I have lost my voice a total of five times in my life. Twice in the last 5 months. This is not a sexy, scratchy, raspy voice - this is the sound of NO voice. Whisper, maybe. It's particularly frustrating now because I have a toddler who relies on vocal cues from me, she also gets a lot of input about language form me, too: when she babbles I tell ( Read more... )

I have chosen to do something with my life that most people take very personally: I study the parenting process and its effects on young children. I care deeply about this stuff too, which puts me in this nasty spot of having opinions that are my personal thoughts, but that are informed by my professional training, too. I am very frequently torn ( Read more... )

What to do ( Read more... )

I was feeling a bit melancholly recenlty, missing freedoms gone for a decade now: sleeping in past 9, eating out at greasy pizza joints and cheap burger places, drinking coffee till I peed pure cafiene, and organiizng weekends around what movies to see. Then I relaized something, that point in my life also had a lot of down sides. Paying for ( Read more... )

Sping is here. Things are turning green, this year's vibrant stuff is starting to grow. My semester is winding down and I can feel the oncoming summer like the anticipation you get when you're watching a rotating fan spin back towards you - waiting for a brief gust of fresh air. I will be grading piles of mediocre papers for the next two weeks ( Read more... )

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want-- good or bad. When you've finished, post this little paragraph on your blog, and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Been a while I suppose. Six months, I think. I am sure things have happened, but nothing has really changed. We moved, I started a new job, Pinky Pirate has grown into a little girl who speaks and runs and chases bubbles that fall from a new bubble wand. I still have a sense that something better is waiting just beyond my line of sight. I have a ( Read more... )

I had so many things to say, they've pilledup on me into stacks of ideas pushes out of the way to make room for the new things. Well, the last two months have bbeen full of new things - Move, Baby in child care, Start new jobs, car accident, and now ilnness.
I promise to sort them out in the next week or two.

Not the creamy milk kind, but the kind that's sorta bitter and makes you pucker just a bit. That's my life the last month. Overall, good stuff. More of the same wouldn't be the end of the world, but there are those moments when I want something sweeter, smoother, more gentle in my world ( Read more... )

Hush now, I have something painful to say ( Read more... )