261Mar 18, 2011
This afternoon, when I picked the kids up from school, Zoe ran over to the van. Weeping. I opened the door and pulled her into my lap, and the words came tumbling out with her tears. “Mom, Emily said she hated me. And then, when we were leaving school, and I was telling Roxanna what […]
262Mar 4, 2011
When I was a girl, my parents drove the precursor to my own swagger van: the gargantuan station wagon. The first station wagon Dad and Mom owned was white, and they drove it until a drunk driver plowed into the side of it as we were traveling through an intersection, spinning it around and shattering […]
263Feb 18, 2011
Sometimes the ironies of my life amuse me. Every day after school, before I’ll let Adam get in the van, he has to have a short conversation with me–an appropriate greeting and the answer to at least one question. Adam is usually anxious to get in, having left his favorite treasures—George, his calculator, his mp3 […]
264Feb 11, 2011
Love is patient, Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, […]