This morning (well truthfully, this whole day) was rough. I got very little sleep last night, because Cakes kept falling out of bed! She just recently moved from her crib to a toddler bed, and life has been difficult ever since. Now that she can get out of bed freely, she does, and when she’s [...]
Monday started with a late breakfast of oatmeal — using dishes straight from the counter where they’ve been drying since Saturday. It looked like today was going to be a day of catch-up in the kitchen, but trudging back and forth from the laundromat wore me out. Apples, bananas, and bell peppers are waiting to [...]
Monday started with a late breakfast of oatmeal — using dishes straight from the counter where they’ve been drying since Saturday. It looked like today was going to be a day of catch-up in the kitchen, but trudging back and forth from the laundromat wore me out. Apples, bananas, and bell peppers are waiting to [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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