I will be eternally grateful to schools for encouraging/forcing kids to make Mother’s Day cards on the Friday before that strange day that stirs up such a spectrum of emotions in women everywhere. This year Percy brought home a self-made ‘coupon’ for un abrazo and un beso, which has resulted in me accosting him at odd […]Read more "Mother’s Day"
It was one of those weekends where my only survival strategy was focusing on the fact that Monday would, eventually, arrive and the boys would go back to school. And I could return to the bliss of #nicolaonspringbreak. ‘Bye! I love you all!’ one of the boys yelled as he walked out the door this […]Read more "Monday’s apples"
April Fool’s has passed, so I declare the following without even a hint of hyperbole: I’m on day 5 of the best vacation. Of my life. What’s that? You thought the boys were on Spring Break last week? They were. But the only thing that set the ‘break’ apart from any other week was the […]Read more "Spring Break. For Real."
It’s that time of year, again, when schools shutter their doors for 11 days in the name of a break that is not particularly Spring-like. Unlike years past, Spring Break 2016 unfolded somewhat differently and not because we joined the throngs of North Americans flying to Mexico and Hawaii and anywherebuthere. This year the professor’s […]Read more "Johnson Canyon"
However your morning began, I can only assume you did not greet the day in the following manner: [Sleeping] ‘Mom, I have measles!’ [Comatose brain barely recognizes voice of oldest boy-child.] ‘Um, wha-a-at?! Come here please.’ I croak, equal parts annoyed at the brutal invasion of my last few minutes of sleep and alarmed that my […]Read more "These are the days of our lives"
Unlike most of the world, who left academia behind the day they graduated from college, our lives continue to be ordered around semesters and breaks. Thus a new year brings not only a change in the calendar, but also adjustments to the professor’s teaching load and work schedule. And so, the schedule it took me the […]Read more "The Retirees"
A few weeks before Christmas, on a Sunday afternoon, we drove to Edworthy Park with a camera and tripod in an effort to capture the somewhat dreaded, annual photo-for-the-Christmas-card-we-don’t-actually-mail-out. In recent years, this particular ‘event’ has been so painful – think: hundreds of outtakes of irritated mother, blinking, uncooperative children, squinty-eyed husband who insists on not smiling […]Read more "The Bird Whisperer(s)"
There was a time in my life, once, very long ago, when I tolerated trips to the mall, as a means to an end. I needed clothes. I needed some vaguely-social interaction. Check and check. I even, on occasion, frequented the mall during ultra busy times such as Black Friday or rightafterChristmas. When the stores were ultra-crowded […]Read more "What price a bargain"