Once I was describing my dad's height to a friend. "Six foot three inches," I said. And added without thinking, "I don't know what that is in Celsius." The friend laughed, and I was surprised and pleased by my own joke.
In Celsius
Recommendations
When in the course of human events a woman becomes a mother, she discovers that motherhood is rich. Then she discovers that it is a tad limiting. If you belong to my generation of stay-at-home motherhood, the next thing to do is develop what I believe is often termed “creative outlets” in the interest of “self-care.”
Of Donkeys and Dogs
Dad, for most of his life, has been a pillar and a magnet for friendless people. Gentle and untiringly invested in his numerous relationships, many of which are even more unusual than his animals, he is the perpetual recipient of the beloved animals of his friends. When they can no longer care for or house their pets, they are delivered with tearful ceremony into the hands of a man who cannot bring himself to say no. Dad is clay in the hands of such trust.
Business As Usual
I stayed in a fuzzy, gray tunnel all morning sorting baby clothes, arranging, smoothing, folding, touching, staring, refolding, piling here, then moving the pile there. It was partially the weather, partially this burgeoning pregnancy, and partially not eating an adequate breakfast.
Village Life
Now I think, “If we’d be staying longer, we’d be so much better at this.”
The Night We Met
When the leaves have deserted the trees and chilly rains set in, I think back. First, it was only a year ago, then two, three, and now four. Four years ago tonight, Charles and I met, and a magical time began for us.
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