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Finn:  Baby, Kid, Grown-up, Grandparent….um, um—
Ella: No!  Baby, Kid, Teen-ager, Adult, Grown-up, Grandparent–
Me: What’s the difference between Adult and Grown-up?
Ella:  When you’re an adult you can buy a house, and have a job, and make money, and live on your own. When you’re a grown-up, you have kids.
Which is pretty much what I’ve felt over [...]


Yesterday, on the way home from work, I got a phone call from home. It was Ella, screaming and laughing, “Mom, mom, mom! There’s a mouse in our house! Missy brought a mouse in the house and it ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!”
Indeed, our cat has brought us things before, but the sitter and [...]


THE MINDFUL WRITER:
A WORKSHOP IN CULTIVATING YOUR FEARLESS VOICE
In this workshop, we’ll explore using mindfulness—full attention to the present moment—to discover our deep stories. We’ll write from personal experience, using exercises to generate and hone topics, address “writing blocks,” respond to others’ work, and craft finished products. We’ll talk about essential elements of essays and [...]



What she built

18Mar09

The house the family built last year, complete with note & leprechaun bait:

“Please do not turn Missy our cat green and Finn’s hair. P.S. We do not have any traps. Love 5-12-12-1 (her name in code).
and the reverse side:


The celestial activity in our backyard has been very busy lately.  This weekend:

Ella, who wants to be a spy, and who concived and executed 35 valentines in code, then made and distributed 35 spy puzzles to her classmates; who requests to do her homework in code (said request denied); who gets [...]


My piece about how we sometimes fail to raise our kids right is now up on Offsprung, a terrific site for parents.


This morning, over our house, for about 20 minutes…

Ella & Finn didn’t even miss the fact that there were no ponies in sight.


Coined terms are the province of modernists and gonzo journalists like Tom Wolfe, but once in a while, Finn’s creative language skills lead to something startling and fresh. (At least I like to think so.)
This morning at breakfast, he blurted out, “I cold, Mom! I really, really cold!  I spilled some of my Weetabix on [...]


Finn regularly substitutes the object pronoun for a subject pronoun, as in “Him not really the Headless Horseman! Him Brom Bones!” or “Her not being nice!”
But such grammatical hijinks belies a linguistic intelligence that’s nearly poetic.  Last week, he had a dream (he has a lot of dreams, actually) that made a big impression on [...]