Yesterday morning I had a good reason to feel sorry for myself. I woke up at 1:30 a.m. in a quiet, comfortable hotel room and could not go back to sleep. I’m used to insomnia as a nightly occurrence, but when 4:00 and then 5:00 rolled around (the alarm set for 6:00) tears of self-pity…
We do odd things when we get frustrated with something. Like when I took typing in high school and just could not get the hang of it. One day, during a timed typing test, I got fed up, kind of screamed a bit, ripped the paper out of the machine (this was a typewriter people),…
Her feet swung from the piano bench, until we turned the page. She saw all those black notes, and her legs stopped swinging. That’s too hard! I can’t play it. It’s too hard! You can, I said. (Ignoring her most pathetic sighing and already-defeated slouching.) And we started in. One measure at a time. No, that’s…
The other day I was in a fetal position on my couch in the basement. From that place in the room I could see the huge wall turned into one big writing bulletin board filled with assignments, my computer waiting for fingers to tap on the keyboard, papers piled on papers on my desk, one…
My husband and I attended a scholars ceremony where our baby girl received a letter for seven semesters in a row of maintaining a 4.0. As she stood on the stage, I thought back to everything it took for her to get to this place… An hour on my bed with flash cards, trying to help her…
My son has been playing a city-building game on his iPod. He was bragging last night that he used dynamite to blow a hole in the ground, and then he filled the entire base of the city with trampolines. (I think this child needs more chores to do.) He proudly showed me how he was…
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