I was that child in third grade…the last one still clinging to the firm belief that Santa was real. Many of my peers told me that Santa was make-believe, and I refused to believe them. I was the lone holdout in the third grade. But I was confident in my faith in Santa. Two weeks … Continue reading
So, how would you respond if a child of about nine years old, whom you had never before met, looked you straight in the eye and said in the snottiest voice possible, “Would you MOVE?!” I was completely taken back for a second or two, as I perched on a small bench with a squirmy … Continue reading
Even though it’s technically spring, flu season just got started around here. I spent the last week tending feverish children and a feverish husband, and swallowing as many immune boosting herbs and concoctions as I could manage. Any time we go through a week like this, I finish it off with a small prayer of … Continue reading
Usually I enjoy browsing through the Sunday paper. But this morning it was like a splash of cold water in my face. And I’m not talking about the depressing headlines in the front section, nor the regressive editorial positions that the Seattle Times continues to spew. Nope, today it was the Target ad. I don’t … Continue reading
Each afternoon around 4 pm I find myself wondering what my spouse, my mother, my locavore friends, the kids’ pediatrician and the nutrition police would think if I fed the kids mac and cheese again for dinner. And would it make any difference if it was organic mac and cheese made with organic butter and organic soy milk? What … Continue reading
Like pretty much every other woman in America, I’ve been horrified by the cold realization that there are influential political voices out there who don’t want women to have access to birth control. I wasn’t planning to write about it, because I have been ignoring what comes out of the mouths of Republican politicians and … Continue reading
Today I took my son to the ballet to see Don Quixote. As is typical for the PNB, it was a terrific performance with costumes and sets so spectacular that they drew an audible “oooo” from the audience. We took the bus, as we usually do when we go to Seattle Center. You can’t ask … Continue reading
My fascination with swear words and insults apparently dates back a few decades. My father still loves to recount the story of my younger sister’s baptism, when I, as a three year old child, shocked the church ladies by cussing out my comfort-blanket. “God damn blanket!” I reportedly shouted, after tripping on it. I imagine … Continue reading
Idealist Girl! 