You might remember that my One Little Word for this year is "sweeten." As we approach the start of Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish New Year) this Wednesday evening, of course the word sweet is on my mind. It is traditional at this time to wish each other a sweet new year, as well as to dip apples in honey.(more)
It's finally Evan's turn at the tee after years of watching Seth; hold that bat, his coach decrees, lest its early swinging scare him to death.
This will be easy; this is simple as pie, thinks Evan at the plate. Yet, why do I keep hitting tee, not ball - how much longer must I wait?(more)
Nora and Maya were recently given a series of books authored by Grace Lin, detailing the adventures of a set of identical twins named Ling and Ting. Immediately, the girls were fascinated by these sisters, who as one title states, are "Not Exactly the Same." Ling and Ting have many similarities, but also have small differences that become more evident as you progress through the stories.(more)
Tomorrow, Seth will turn nine-years-old. I try to mark each child's birthday with a blog entry of some sort, sometimes lengthy, sometimes just a photo essay. This week, I felt inspired to write a haiku for Seth. He has been writing them in school this year and has really enjoyed their form and structure. I sat with it for some time, and I tried to pick the most accurately descriptive words about Seth at this point in time. Sometimes, fewer words say more than many.
Haiku for Seth on his 9th birthday(more)
One early morning last week, I ended up with all four kids in my bed. In general, our children have been good sleepers (once they turned one or so), and sleep in their own beds through the night. But sometimes, they sneak into our room in the middle of the night. Especially one or the other of the twins. I have a soft spot for this behavior. I know they won't be little forever, so I have been known to let our little nighttime visitors snuggle up and stay awhile. It's usually only one at a time. Then, as each of the other children start to awaken, they all come in and jostle for their favorite cuddling spot.(more)
In the winter of 1997, I was passing through the suites of Sage Hall on the Williams campus, going from my entry (Sage "E") to visit a friend in Sage "A". As I passed through a common room in Sage "B", I happened upon a game of Taboo that was being played by some folks I knew, but also someone that I didn't know well. Her name was Amy Sprengelmeyer, and though I didn't know it at the time, that evening became the beginning of a wonderful relationship.(more)
We're just back from Seth's second annual guitar recital. In the middle of this snowy day, only the most die-hard fans of all the performers were able to attend (read: parents and siblings).(more)
What better way to dust off the old blog than with some reflections on the similarities between yoga and Jewish prayer. My religious experience is with Judaism, but I'm hoping that some of what I'm saying might translate well to other religions' traditions or meditation practices.(more)
Dear Nora and Maya,
My darling, bubbly, silly, loving, clever, verbal, gymnastics/yoga loving, infuriating, kissable daughters. You completed our family, rounding us out into four corners, adding symmetry to our hexagon. You made us into a family of six, and for that we are eternally grateful.(more)
Dear Seth, You are eight, and I am 38. You like to point this out, that we will always be 30 years apart. Your mind grasps things like this. You are logical and inquisitive, curious and determined. It has been a privilege to watch you develop and grow during your time at Spaulding School, from kindergarten through second grade. You are finishing up your final year at Spaulding, and will be starting a new adventure next year in third grade at McAlister Intermediate School. Even though Evan will be starting in kindergarten at Spaulding, you two will ride the same bus together, and I know this will please both of you.(more)