Tag Archives: Parenthood

September 11

Yesterday I attended a birthday party for the about-to-be-11-years-old daughter of some friends. Arriving at the party, I was reminded of a similar one for my own sons years ago. We had the party at the same riverside park, where … Continue reading

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The Smell of Fresh-Cut Grass

When my first-born son was seven months old, I decided to visit my family-of-origin in New York City. I was feeling somewhat lost in the place I had arrived—motherhood, and infants in general, were a foreign territory for me, and … Continue reading

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Scents of Christmas

In our multi-heritage home, we celebrate both Chanukah and Christmas. One year I was so busy in the weeks leading up to Christmas—finishing a work project and celebrating Chanukah at home, with friends, and with several elementary school classes—that I … Continue reading

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My Friday Night Lights

A light rain falls on the field. Around me the noise is deafening. Mostly strangers, adorned in caps, t-shirts, and polos in the school colors, huddle under the overhang. I sit in a folding chair behind a folding table and … Continue reading

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The Yellow Balloon

It becomes harder to say goodbye. My parents and in-laws live halfway across the country. Whether we visit for weeks or months, we always reach the time that we must take our leave. Knowing much time will pass before our … Continue reading

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The One That Got Away

Blanco is the chicken that started the latest cycle, the cycle that begins with joy and inevitably leads to resigned sadness. The length of each cycle is highly variable, but each ends by snake, hawk, or quadruped. Blanco arrived still … Continue reading

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Chicken Love

“Those are some plump-looking hens you have out here for this country,” commented a new visitor to our home. “Lots of table scraps from the kids,” my husband responded, opening the screen door. “We’ve already lost some,” my voice trailed … Continue reading

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