Monthly Archives: March 2012

“Hadwee, do you think you’re gonna like this?” Harper is sitting next to Hadley on the examination table, both girls’ sleeves are rolled up exposing skin that hasn’t seen the sun in awhile. Hadley won’t respond to her sister. She … Continue reading →

There should really be an eraser or two, I think as I sit down to eat my blueberry muffin. The girls, having already devoured their chocolate chip muffin, head to the chalkboard to draw. Our neighborhood Whole Foods has redone … Continue reading →

For the past several days Hadley has asked me to create a survey for her: a list of several questions and small activities that she can complete.  My mom used to make them for me and I loved them.  I … Continue reading →

I used to be a middle school teacher, and one thing I remember about middle school writing was that most of those early September samples I read were filled with epic adventure.  With boys, I read a lot about war … Continue reading →

Several Wednesdays have passed since Harper’s first day of school, and I still sit and write while the girls are away. Though every time they leave, I am very tempted to go to the gym and run. Truth be told, … Continue reading →

This is a picture of the girls on Harper’s first day of school. In January, she started a program at the school Hadley goes to that runs once a week. This means that for about four hours I am free … Continue reading →

We went to see the play Alexander’s Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day last weekend at Adventure Theatre in Glen Echo Park. To get to the theatre, you take a very pleasant walk through the woods,  and across bridges.  It’s … Continue reading →

For Valentine’s Day, the girls and I signed up for a little nature walk and project at Brookside Gardens.  The problem was, we went to the wrong building on the grounds.  By the time we figured that out I was … Continue reading →

A few days ago, I got an email from someone asking me if she could write a guest post on this blog. I don’t know who she is, and she didn’t tell me why she wanted to write on my … Continue reading →