We need rain. The city of Durham– no, the entire state of North Carolina– is experiencing the worst drought in our history. As of yesterday, we have something like 52 days of water left. That’s not a very happy thought. If it doesn’t rain (and in this land of perpetual sunshine and blue skies, that’s … More No Rain
I’ve just finished reading The Tale of Despereaux to my children for the second time. We read it first in 2005, so I thought we could stand revisiting it. It’s a sweet story– a fairy tale story of a princess and a dungeon. The hero is a mouse (Despereaux), and the bad guys are some … More How Fragile Her Heart Was
“Mom, am I too old for _______________?” This from Will, who is an appalling eleven years old. We are headed out to school, but he has recently been looking at a toy catalogue and circling items. He has toys like these already, and lately he and Everett have been playing with them together. They have, … More Soon Enough
In October, Everett’s music class put on a little show. They acted out and sang the African story of Abiyoyo, a monster-like creature who plagues the villagers in a small town. I didn’t get to see the play, but I heard about it. Everett told me the story. The villagers, as I said, are plagued … More A Literal Interpretation
I was standing at the kitchen counter, doing dishes, I think. Emma Grace was coloring at the kitchen table. Suddenly she got up from where she was working and crossed the room to the drawer where we keep the scissors. I did not turn to watch her; there was no need. She is six and … More Inevitable
Emma Grace: I don’t really have any arch-enemies. Everett: I have Tons.
It’s over now– or almost, anyway. One more event– an exit interview with my professor and the program director– and, possibly, edits after that, and then I’ll have done everything I can do to earn my Master’s degree. It’s been a long time coming. Emma Grace asked me on our way to school the other … More The Big Push