This bloom appeared in my much neglected iron planter. I have no idea from what it sprang - certainly nothing I planted deliberately. A small gift from Mother Nature.
Update: According to Mom, this is a begonia. Thing is, I never bought, planted or otherwise conjured begonias in my flower garden. Not that I recall. But […]

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Today was supposed to be a busy day. Davey was scehduled to see his pulmonologist in Boston. The girls were supposed to go to my friend’s house - we have a Thurs/Fri morning kid exchange going on. I take her younger two one morning, she takes my younger two the next. It has been working […]

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The things you see ’round these parts.

New Englanders love their Dunkins. I think it is in the books of every town’s bylaws that a Dunkins is mandated:  1 per every 5000 residents.  The donuts are fab (from what I recall, pre-celiac diagnosis and from the rapture on my kids’ faces when they bite into one) […]

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Jules makes bedtime quite the horrorshow. Her twin sister? Bedtime angel. This makes me happy in a small way.
Edward has never been a good sleeper. We let him sleep in bed with us. It was the only way I could nurse and sleep at the same time, which was crucial to my being able to […]

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Nature XXVII, Autumn
by Emily Dickinson
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.

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I like Edward’s school. I have nothing against it. We live in a town with a good, high test-scoring district, which encompasses two towns, as is common here in New England. We’ve paid many thousands of dollars in property tax in the past decade and a half to help ensure a good school system. That […]

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I had my first day of official recess monitor duty at Edward’s school. I volunteered for one day a week, doing the 3rd grade lunch recess. I was surprised at how excited Edward was that I was coming and how pleased he was to see me on the playground. He smiled at me throughout recess […]

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Usually I am not a big fan of Sundays. Something about Sunday has always rubbed me wrong. The day drags, chaos reigns, and I tend toward a sense of restlessness. When Sunday evening comes, I breathe a sigh of relief. This feeling has only grown in recent years as our weekends have devolved into periods of unstructured tension […]

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