Ode to Tallulah
To my copper penny companion
The canine sprite, lithe and lean
Leaving brown patches of urine
In the dry grass of Autumn,
You of the mountain goat grace
And drooling enthusiasms
For such things as garbage can spelunking
And excavating large holes in the perennial bed
Are at once pure happiness and the source of my despair.
There are few that are forgiven for [...]
Third Grade Soundtrack. Urgent.
O’s teacher gave us parents a little homework the other night at Open House. He asked that we jot down some of our own memories about being 8 years old, a third grader. His suggestions to get us started were: favorite song, best friend, teacher, favorite sport. This proved harder for me than I [...]
Mensa, but for idiots
I have discovered the true meaning of the word ‘antique’. Antique , as it is used to refer to a home that is over one hundred years old, is really just a fancy way of saying “I was bat-ass crazy when I bought this heap and now live in a home with faulty plumbing, lead [...]
Secret Missions, Contraband and Teenage Sexuality
I live in small town, small enough to necessitate a thirty minute drive beyond town borders in order to pick up choice, sensitive items like Tampax or Monistat or Trojans. Of course our lovely town with its black shuttered antique homes and a well manicured town-green with azalea bushes that bloom magenta in early spring [...]
Don’t Smile Until October, Act II
While I’d like to report that Mrs. C and I had a knock down, drag out, fist-fight worthy of all the angst that my G’s been feeling (wouldn’t that make for an excellent blog posting? the headline would read, CCE Slays the Dragon Lady with Poison Darts After Only Ten Days of School!) alas, Mrs. [...]
Don’t Smile Until October, Update
Just a quick, post Parent Night update. I held it check and did not attack G’s teacher in front of other parents, the principal, etc. I am proud to have displayed such reserve and maturity. The old me would have trotted out my grievances regardless of the setting. I am still prepared to tangle with [...]
Don’t Smile Until October
While O’s school year is off to a kick ass start, he’s hit the ground running, he’s gloriously ecstatic about his teacher, his chums and the dearth of homework assignments, my G suffers. She is melancholy and remote at day’s end. She comes tearing off the bus and banging through the bathroom door to release [...]
Autumn
Autumn is a time of yearning, sorrowful regret. As a species it is only natural to suffer pangs of sadness and a mild flicker of depression, the result of the ending that is Fall. There are others that are feeling this hollow of melancholy today, like Slouching Mom’s who touches me with her profound post [...]
Peeping Toms and Art Aficionados
I spent Saturday traipsing through other people’s living rooms. It felt wildly wrong, startlingly invasive but it was not illicit or uninvited prying, rather, it was South End Open Studios day. Stunningly creative people invited the public into their homes and work spaces with the hope that someone from the suburbs, traveling by SUV, wearing [...]
Nitrous withdrawal
Is it possible there is such a thing as a Nitrous Oxide hangover? While the whole procedure went seamlessly (one very afflicted tooth was effortlessly popped free of its tethers and will await the tooth fairy later this evening), there’s been a bit of an after shock. After spending 45 minutes under the mask [...]
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