Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I guess it's taught me to think more critically, but it's taken so much of my time. I could have been out exploring the world."
When he puts it that way, my heart agrees with him.
Although I trust and deeply hope, that CHS actually prepares students to explore and engage the world, my fear is that conforming to the world is valued too highly. Because at the end of the day artistic talent, witty observations and some deep thinking about life doesn't pay the bills or get you into too many colleges.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
I was distracted. By the Kangaroo paws. They were in such riotous bloom -- deep red and velvety with a touch of yellow, glowing in the late afternoon sun. I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
A couple days later I had to hit the brakes too hard to avoid hitting the car in front of me.
Again, I was distracted. This young couple were walking up the sidewalk. They were holding hands and laughing. They just looked so happy I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
Then it was the moon. So fat and luminous floating just above the rooftops. I had to force myself to look away to keep my car on the road.
Who needs cell phones for distraction when we're surrounded by so much love and beauty?
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
And I thought to myself, "I know I have something to worry about, but I can't remember what it is."
And then my head itched and I remembered I had been exposed to lice.
I hate lice. I know from personal experience what a bother they are. When I was a kid I got treated for lice every time I came back from the jungle. My mom would mix vaseline and kerosene together and rub it through my hair. You had to wear it all morning before you could wash it out, and you stank. I've had it with my own kids and the thought of dealing with those little critters stresses me out.
Still, I thought it was ridiculous to be worried about something so apparently unremarkable that a person could forget.
I thought of the friend I'd run into the day before. I hadn't seen her in awhile and she told me, "I've been dealing with the whole breast cancer thing."
Thinking of her I felt very happy that my worry was simply about the possibility of lice.
Of course today, I've been overly grateful that the itching appears to have been psychosomatic.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
You waited after all the carpool clowns had climbed out of the car and started up the street, ignoring my goodbyes.
I turned to the open car door and there you stood, looking at me expectantly.
"Have a good day," I said, knowing that I love yous are not so welcomed in public.
You gave me a slight smile, and a nod. Acknowledging me acknowledging you. Then you turned and walked to school.
It made me happy, remembering that one moment you had turned back, waiting just to say goodbye. To acknowledge I was there. I've given you speeches about the importance of social niceties to make people feel valued. But they are just speeches. Today I knew in my heart what that really means. Thank you.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
This is the last piece of lemon cake.
I made it a week ago for friends, put it on a cake plate and displayed it dusted with powdered sugar. We ate pieces drizzled with lemon glaze and berries and cream and coffee. It was a happy evening. Only half a cake was left at the end.
It sat, under the glass dome all week, slowly piece by piece slivered away. Maia and I ate it while we planned a mystery dinner she wants to do with her grandmother, while we watched “Smash,” while I obsessed over the best prices for our family vacation.
All week it’s made me happy looking at that lemon cake, so yellow, so elegant, so tasty. Yes, I am one of those. Food makes me happy. Not in large quantities, but in succulent servings. Flavor enjoyed in suspended moments of pleasure.
The sight of a lemon cake waiting, drenched, soaking in the sweet tanginess of lemon glaze -- how could I not be happy?
The last piece of lemon cake. I ate it today.