Posts Tagged Under By Marianne Lonsdale
A Winter Ritual’s Location Is Changed So ALL Are Included
My son’s school has used the auditorium at the Oakland Mormon Temple for many years for our annual winter concert.
My Roaming Troubadour’s Free Spirit Lifestyle Makes Me Feel Sort ofCool
When I first met Jeff, he was a young teenager and I was in my mid-thirties. He was a sweet, introverted, Keanu Reeves look-alike.
What We Remember and What We Forget and Forget and Forget. . . .
My memory is lost. Between Mom Brain and menopause, I lose chunks of memory for minutes or hours.
I’ve gotten used to it.
I don’t get flustered if I can’t remember my next-door neighbor’s name – I know that her name will return to my memory at a later date.
By adminTerror Deep Into the Night
The sound of Nick’s quick steps on the hardwood floor awoke me before I heard his voice at my bedside.
“Mom,” my eleven-year old said. “I had a really bad nightmare. I’m so scared.”
I pulled my covers back and pushed my body upright. I’m always a bit surprised at how easily I spring into mom mode in the middle of the night.
By Marianne LonsdaleAn Eater of White Foods Discovers Color!
My eleven-year old son, Nick, was one of those picky eaters.
A Girl’s Just Gotta Have the RIGHT Black Bag
She stood in front of me in line, chatting with a man several years her senior. We were waiting to be let into Il Fornaio restaurant in San Francisco, for a luncheon with Mario Battali, celebrity chef.
She and I were both dressed in the uniform of big cities – black pants, black jackets, black shirts, black bags. I looked like an aging business woman. She looked hip. Her boot cut pants had two thin stripes of tiny white stitching down the middle of each leg. Fitted black t-shirt and cropped jacket that could fit in San Francisco or on a humanitarian trip with Bono to Africa.
By adminBonjour Books
Planning for my family’s June vacation to France started months before the trip.
Allowing Your Child’s Personality to Emerge
I pity the poor kids — and mine is one — who do not relish group activities.
We’ve come to think that happy participation in groups is normal and required behavior.
By the time most kids are toddlers, their everyday happiness depends on how they navigate in groups – daycare, Gymboree, music classes.
I remember leaving my howling three-year old son in a gymnastics class. I hovered in the hallway, dialing my husband on my cell phone for advice.
By adminDefining Feminity
I was driving my seven-year-old son, Nick, and his friend, Ryan, home from our swim club. Ah, I loved the easy days of summer spent poolside. A little chit-chat with other moms, a short nap and time to flip through trashy magazines.
The only thing I didn’t like about summer was the incessant need to shave my legs and other more difficult to reach areas. As a woman of Italian heritage, daily summer shaving was another mark of summer. I’d never started fussing with my brows or upper lip – too much maintenance.
Ryan interrupted my hairy thoughts.
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