Human Moments, No. 11

It’s 4:30 a.m. and the doors slams shut behind her.  Baba’s small and heavy footsteps scurry to my side of the bed. “Mama, Mama!” she says.  Half-asleep, I have already moved over to help her climb in and she does so, settling in under the blankets.  “Mama, Mama,” she says again, clutching my neck and […]

Human Moments, No 9

The children are a mix of ages, from four to seven, but their thin limbs sprawl equally across the newly painted merry-go-round.  Merry-go-rounds are now an artifact of time, an icon of the American landscape that has been sacrificed to this new world of safety and caution, and Baba has never seen one before.  Despite […]

This is My Substitute for Pistol and Ball

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong […]

A Very Merry Unbirthday to You, My Dear

Impossibly, our daughter is six months old today.  This means a few things. 1. It was exactly six months ago that I was in labor for TWENTY-FOUR hours.  This is a fact that I intend to bring up to the BaBa often, for the rest of our natural lives. Perhaps longer.  If I was going […]

Woe to the Pears

“I have some sad news for you.”  Me Beloved’s face was mournful, but his mouth was twitching, which is never a good sign. “Uh-oh.” “About the pear tree.” “No.” “Yes.” “No!” My favorite fruit in all the world is the Asian pear. I presume that this is because I am a Taurus and value expensive […]

Superbowl Mania

I do not know much about the Giants, other than that they are a(n American) football team and they are blue. They are not smurfs; they’re rather a lot bigger than that. Some of them have flowing hair, I presume, as this seems to be a rather common feature of professsional football players. I know […]

Visiting Time

When I went to your town on the wide open shore, Oh I must confess, I was drawn, I was drawn to the ocean It is summer and we live by the ocean, which means that we’ve had a steady stream of visitors for the last month, which is an excellent thing indeed.  I’ve also […]

Schumann: First Loss

In this week of uncertainty, where the impossible keeps happening (I mean, not only is Osama bin Laden assassinated, but Newt Gingrich is actually running for President), I thought I might bring you a little music. So, without further ado, here is an 8 year old playing the piece of music that I’m struggling with […]