This home loves books. Trips to the book store are like visiting Oz, or Wonderland, or Narnia, or Never Never Land. We only come home when we miss real stuff like hugs and good things to eat. Deliveries from Amazon (when we know a book is on its way) are like visits from our faery godmother. Oh-so-happy, we might do a little dance.
We have so many books, we don’t have proper shelves for them all. Books become furniture, coasters, or artistic towers lurking in corners. (more…)
Who doesn’t love the beach? Anyone? Anyone?
Oh, that would be me. I don’t love the beach.
Although, I have many happy memories tip-toeing through tide pools and wriggling my feet in the frothy sighs of the ocean with my grandma (who has lived near the beach my entire life), I do not enjoy beach trips. I’m much more of a mountainy, hiking trail kind of gal. I never have the urge to pack a magazine and a towel and just hang out at the beach. That is, until now. (more…)
When I taught yoga, it wasn’t unusual for a student to weep on the mat during class. Some people feel uncomfortable with tears. In fact, I often do. But as a yoga teacher I didn’t have the freedom to panic. My job wasn’t to stop teaching, ask them what was wrong, fret about it, or otherwise draw attention to their experience. And it certainly wasn’t my place to take it personally if they were having a strong response to the practice. My job was simply to hold space.
All the tissues I passed, adjustments I made, and hands I held helped prepare me for the colossal job of holding space for my son. However, it took me a while to figure this out. (more…)
Judah turned one. Yay!
Yay for him! And Yay for us! We did it!
SooOOOOooo, we headed to our neighborhood park to celebrate his first birthday. Just an afternoon gathering with family, a few friends, and lots and lots of food. (more…)
I love podcasts. I loooooove them. They make long car trips fly by and cleaning the house less of a chore. They inform me, entertain me, and make me more interesting at dinner parties.
In the past year, I’ve been devouring them like sugar. I like to step outside of my world and look at the human experience through someone else’s eyes. Plus, I don’t have much time for reading lately so podcasts satisfy the need for a good story.
When I come across a particularly good podcast, I want to share. So, I present to you The Longest Shortest Time.
The most recent episode is awesome and well worth a listen. It’s the story of a twenty-something gay couple in Los Angeles who became parents over night. One day they were clubbing, traveling, and living it up; the next they were parents to a one and three-year-old. This episode is told from one guy’s point of view. The host, Hilary Frank, promises to share the other guy’s point of view very soon. Check it out here.
If you are the weepy type or are sensitive about kids, this may get to you. It got to me. You have been warned!
Enjoy! And have a spectacular Fourth of July!
I have a confession to make. But first, let me give you a little back story.
In 2002, I began teaching kindergarten as a Teach for America teacher. If you’re not familiar with the organization, in brief, TFA teachers are placed in under-resourced areas of the country after receiving intense training. Our mission was to make significant gains in the classroom, to narrow the achievement gap. Essentially, I was to raise the bar for my students, then get them up and over that bar. (more…)