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Mother Time is NOT the Same as My Own Time
We sleep and wake at odd times: our tiredness, we discover, has many layers.
-Tony Cohan, On Mexican Time.
Lately I have been feeling like every day is at least two days long. And in that space of time, I am not quite sure what happens. I don’t even know how it happens. It’s as though time is actually dissolving before my grasping hands. I wish I could momentarily step out of the earth’s gravitational pull and somehow slip through the gap of a day: An entire 24 hours devoted to my renewal and to the tying up of loose ends. Unfortunately, life does not give time outs, and I am deep in the midst of a space I like to call “Mother Time.” Continue… »
By Dawn YunJohn Hughes Understood Dorks
When I was in high school, I spent many a weekend night holed up in my bedroom, listening to cassettes and brooding over all that I was missing out on by not being invited to the “good” lunch table.
This of course was where the popular crowd sat ― the ones that got elected to student government and homecoming court and traveled in packs at the mall and had parties to go to every Saturday ― parties that I was sure were wildly exciting events taking place at impressively furnished houses, with people crowding the kitchen, spilling out onto patios and jumping into swimming pools in their underwear. Continue… »
By Shannon Matus-TakaokaSo Focked Up
As a recent graduate of first grade, my daughter takes pride in practicing her “best guess” spelling skills. I love to watch and listen to her sound out new words.
“Is this how you spell “Sophia?” she asks.
I peek over her shoulder at the story she’s working on and see “ S-O-F-E-A” printed crookedly across the page.
“No, but that’s really close,” I answer. “Good job!”
I always try to temper my corrections with a dose of motherly praise.
But I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to her latest foray into the world of phonetics.
“F-O-C-K!” she screamed the other day after smacking her knee against the coffee table. “I hate this FOCKING table!!! FOCK!” Continue… »
By Dorothy O'DonnellCycle of Crap
It must be summer, because I got the out-of-nowhere urge to cull my 5-year old’s closet for the high-waters and faux three-quarter sleeve shirts that have even the DADs commenting, “She’s kinda outgrowing her clothes, isn’t she?”
Our neighbor’s daughter is the lucky recipient for our 10-year old Gap and Gymboree classics whose paper-thin knees I hoped would survive at least two more wash cycles. When I finally clear them out, I take another look around her room and realize the work has just begun.
There’s more Bisphenol A (or is it B?) plastics in red and blue and yellow than there is floor space; a rainbow of colors and shapes stuffed into rectangular toy chests as a pretense to organization that is really the fallout of Goodwill’s ‘no more toys’ policy. Continue… »
By Kimberley KwokThe Tao of Family Vacations
I can’t imagine a better place to spend my 43rd birthday than Kauai.
I warned my daughter and husband that this was to be a quiet, contemplative trip full of reading, meditation and healthy eating. Mostly because I had been sick with a sinus infection for way too long — and because I had just re-read “Eat Pray Love” and “A New Earth.” I wanted that kind of mind-altering transcendence but I was going to do it on a family vacation right next to the kiddy pool.
Soon after arriving at a Kauai condo, I was unlucky enough to trip and drop an unused compact, shattering the mirror. Thankfully, my daughter Savannah was out at the pool with her Dad and not at my side where she customarily resides. If it weren’t for my unfortunate bout of gastro-intestinal rebellion after the myriad of homeopathic remedies I had been imbibing, she could very well have been hit with a shard of glass.
Lucky. Continue… »
By Robyn MurphyEverybody Into the Pool!
I went for a three-day summer jaunt to Calistoga this past week. But instead of lounging in a mud bath and being massaged, I spent my time in the pool with two eight-year-olds, my daughter, Miranda, and her good friend, Marlena.
My sister, Kathy, rounded out our little family. It wasn’t a true nuclear family, more of an extended one, auntie, mommy, daughter, and friend. But we had a good time watching movies in the room, eating cupcakes for breakfast, not setting eyes on a vegetable or anything green. I even conveniently forgot everything on my “must-do” list.
It was as close to a wild weekend as I get traveling with my daughter. My sister, Kathy, is a firm believer in being in the moment. This means whatever the girls want, they get. Our bedtime routine includes eating huge bowls of vanilla and chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream in bed while watching a “Harry Potter,” movie.
“But,” the guilty mother part of me says, “what about brushing your teeth?” To which the rest of my family looks bored, yawns and goes to sleep, at midnight. Continue… »
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