“Mimi, what do you wish for the most?” I couldn’t speak. The question distilled my deepest desires down to sudden tears that stung. Only later did I realize the knee-jerk response hadn’t been to play with The Royal Philharmonic. I swallowed the truth that would sadden my niece. To deflect her attention, I whispered, “What… Read More Wishing Well
Seven-and-a-half ~ Yes, we all have our job. Yours is to study, mine is to cook and teach you, Daddy’s is to make money. Huh. I have the hardest job of all. ————— Umma, what is the bottom number? The lowest number….the floor? *Smile* It’ll be a negative number, right? Way below zero. Only God… Read More Words Between Mom and Boy, Part 3
At seven-and-a-half, Tennyson memorized the first seven verses of John 1 in Latin and English in the homeschooling with Classical Conversations, a global home education program based on the ancient Classical model of learning. I set each text to song and he downed them like dessert. In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum,… Read More Long Live Latin
Night has pressed her hand to your eyes. You fly dragons over magic rivers and lead clone armies through red dust of Mars. I follow your brows, lashes, these long limbs, hands that build Lego tales and castles, draw warbirds, roll out sixteenth triplets; these hands feel older now. Whom will they hold? I watch… Read More You Didn’t Know I Kissed You Tonight
He was the survivor of a Nazi concentration camp. His parents and sisters perished there. I met Robert Walker when I was about eleven years old. I’m not sure if Robert felt sorry for me, genuinely liked me, or thought I needed a break, but he had me home for a weekend. It was a… Read More Ten Cents a Blister
Once again I have trouble believing how fast it’s gone, the holidays all the more disarming in California for the arrant summer that asserts herself into months reserved for the cold. The year draws to a close, swift like winter night. Beneath the din, the festivities heighten the loneliness for many. It’s the dissonance between… Read More We Survive the Night by Candlelight
I deserve flak from my female cohorts. As a young adult, I never got the I-AM-WOMAN-HEAR-ME-ROAR hullabaloo. Why Oprah and devotees, TV shows, and pop culture rattled on about the woman with all the balls up in the air, exhausted in the attempt to satisfy diverse roles. Then I got married. And became a mother.… Read More Men and Women: Another Difference
Math lesson: “Mom’s money is Mom’s money and Daddy’s money is Mom’s money.” ======= Boy: Counting, recounting the money he earned folding laundry this month. Saving for a tablet. “$7.50. I have a long way to go to get to $200.” Mom bites lip, looks up at ceiling. He doesn’t know she borrowed the $120… Read More Money in My House
What do you worry about? Am sitting on the like button but feel free to confess what keeps you up at night. PS: Friends, I said I pulled the button. Means I don’t want your like, right? Please STOP it!! You got me woRRying this won’t turn out to be the rich, meaningful post I… Read More Oh, How We Worry
What brings me great happiness is to write and talk with you. But I was busy with my minuteman last week. “I’ve been hit!” He gave us some hearty acting.
A Holistic Journey 