There’s an acceptance speech I watched once, given by one of my favorite creators Lin-Manuel Miranda, where he thanks a person (in rap form, of course) for telling him “You’re a writer!” Oh man, that little line made me envious. It wasn’t the award, the freestyle thank-you speech (though I once gave a presentation synced… Continue reading Acceptance, Speech
There are people who will argue that kindness and empathy won’t fix anything; after all we cannot care people back to health, back to happiness, back to life. This is a truth. I hope though, that by attesting to these acts of altruism, I might reach people who feel just as defeated as I do and let them know that no kindness is worthless.
It’s 2:33am, and somebody is vomiting in my bathroom. My phone is somehow in my hand as I slowly grasp this truth. It turns out to be Ethan- sick with food poisoning from another working lunch the day before. I stumble out into the dark kitchen, guided by the dully illuminating microwave light. Still uncoordinated,… Continue reading An Untitled Morning
Hello! It’s been a bit- on the blog, anyway. I hope I get a pass for having another child, moving across the country, and, well… living my life (And by “living life” I mean doing things like washing the dishes and going to the grocery store and changing diapers and slaying Moblins on the new… Continue reading Confidence and Catching Up from Colorado
The gym was filled with prancing girls in leotards moving to the music of their floor routines, frowning coaches in cotton shirts, teenage boys with muscles enviable to comic-book characters, cries and thuds from bodies in motion. The children’s area was adorned with balance beams, vibrantly colored mats, a studded rock wall. Amid an estimated… Continue reading Parenting the ‘Challenging’ Kid: A Gymnastics Tale
This morning, the Internet greeted me with all the caps-lock, period. After. Every. Word. Fury it could muster. There were posts from people claiming they were “in Hell” about the election. People are”devastated”. Angry. Terrified. Alarmed. Given the crude repertoire of our new president’s vocabulary and his choice words about women and minorities, I can… Continue reading Post-Apocalyptic Election Thoughts
Usually, when I mention to someone that my three year-old can read, people raise their eyebrows skeptically, like I’ve just claimed my toddler sunk a three pointer. The conversation around reading creates an emotional response in people; for some, it’s a point of pride because they’ve been reading chapter books since Kindergarten. For others, it… Continue reading A Quick Note on Reading Readiness