…of many different peoples and worlds.
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.”
The crickets are making their August sounds, and the goldenrod chokes the ditches, and the people that have lived here much longer than I have are making their annual and autumnal protests against the death of summer. I never enjoyed the month of August until I moved to Bancroft where it became the beginning of... Continue Reading →
Three years and a week ago, Charles and I left for a month of traveling in Bangladesh and India. Today we are leaving again. For Bangladesh. In the last eleven years, I have made this trip nine times. I don’t mind doing it again. At all. But I’m glad the packing is over. I’ll take... Continue Reading →
The end of summer is here, and I agreed with myself to write another post, just tidbits here and there of the very normal-feeling items in our days.
I am breaking two of my own rules as I type. The first broken rule is that I am writing a blog, and I have absolutely nothing to say. (Yet.) The second is that my baby is sitting on my lap while I use my laptop, exposing her to a screen.
In this world, I find a plethora of Pinterest pins, Instagram, t-shirts with sayings, worded baby onesies, coffee mug quips, Whatsapp statuses and such like; inspiration comes cheap, quotes a dime a dozen, and I am reluctant to add to the chatter, the re-sharing, the constant deluge of thoughts from great thinkers and wise men... Continue Reading →
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