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October 6, 2017

Kindergarten day 1: how was your day? Bad. Why? I don’t want to talk about it. 

Kindergarten day 2: did you have a good day? No. 

Why? Stop asking me. 

Kindergarten day 3: did you have fun today? (Silence). 

We need to make a quick stop at the supermarket. (Tears and more tears). 

Kindergarten day 4: I’m not going to school today. Nope. Nope. Not going. 

What was one thing about school this week that you liked? (Worried parents think he’ll say nothing.) 

I like the switches. (Refers to system of moving kids around the first 3 days so they get time with all teachers.)

Long weekend

Kindergarten day 5: home sick with an ear infection. 

Kindergarten day 6: Hey buddy. Was school fun today?

I wanted to have a play date with Max but he did an after school program. 

Kindergarten day (something past 10): Do you like your teacher?

Him: He used to be like this (shows me a solid thumbs down). Then he was like this (shows me a sideways thumb, which I interpret to mean neutral). Now, he’s like this (thumb up but only at 45- degree angle). Not this (full upright thumb signifying complete success). Like this (thumb up at 45-degree angle). 

Got it, buddy. 

I’d call that progress. 

Who takes NRA money

October 5, 2017

Let’s be transparent. Here are the top 10 career recipients of N.R.A. funding.

The NRA Placed Big Bets on the 2016 Election, and Won Almost All of Them

Follow the money. #LasVegas

How did we get here?

October 4, 2017

How did the National Rifle Association (NRA) get so many in our government by the balls? And how do we loosen their grip? 

We have to follow the money and chase bad money with good. 

Obtainable art

September 26, 2017

“Red Sings from Treetops: A Year in Colors.” It’s a gorgeous children’s book of poetry and art. 

Pamela Zagarenski makes me understand that children can appreciate art. My son and I marvel at her drawings together. Every time we look, we uncover something new we hadn’t noticed before. Some special small touch. Some hint at a deeper meaning. 

And now that I know what motivates her, I love her art all the more. 

Dream a little dream

September 25, 2017

When I woke up at 3am stuffy, coughing and headachy, I turned off my 5:25am alarm. I made the official call. No bootcamp today. 

In my fitful sleep between 5:30am- 6:30am, I dreamed restlessly. I dreamed my bootcamp instructor was in the class with me. She kept ignoring the teacher’s instructions to do her own thing, and each time she was chastised. She laughed at it. I laughed at it but I followed instructions. 

The point is, I didn’t go to exercise class. But I dreamt about it, so I’m pretty sure that counts. 

This is 6

September 22, 2017

The streamers are hanging from his bedroom doorway. The gifts from us and from the grandparents far away are wrapped. The goodie bags of stickers for his schoolmates are prepared and by the front door. 

He wakes up early. His body knows it’s a special day. 

We sing to him at breakfast with a candle stuck in his strawberry. He likes that. 

Dinner is one of his favorites – breakfast for dinner. Chocolate chip pancakes and orange juice. He goes to sleep happy, disappointed only at not having quite enough time to play with his new toys. 


Today, he’s been 6 for a whole day. He lays underneath a chair, belly on the floor, lifts his body and pushes the chair off the ground. 

“Look what I can do now that I’m 6, mama. Look. 

Before, when I was 5, I could only push the chair a little.”

He pushes his body off the floor, his back just barely moves the chair. 

“That’s when I was 5. Now that I’m 6, I can do this. I can move the whole thing.”

This is 6. Six is strong. 

They really need  to go to sleep

September 21, 2017

“Seriously,” he tells me, sounding quite serious. “They need to go to sleep.”

“Why are they up so late,” he asks. “I mean there’s all these people on bicycles and there’s a bus. It’s crazy.” He’s emphatic.  

This is unusual. It’s East Bay Bike Party, I learn. It’s loud enough that he can’t fall asleep because boom boxes, or whatever people use these days, on bikes are flying by our windows. It’s pretty loud. 

But to me, the funnier part is that he thinks the world goes to sleep when he does. He’s surprised all these people are awake when it’s bedtime. 

It’s self centered yet simple. I wish I could have that freedom. No fear of missing out. No worrying about what might happen after I leave or before I arrive. Beautiful. 

Some jet lag and a few glasses of wine 

September 20, 2017

I didn’t catch much on my fishing expedition.  A few blows to the ego, a bunch of wine, beer and a splash of jet lag. Nothing you can cook up for dinner. 

It turned out to be for good. What started as a brief blogging break with no plan quickly became a forced digital outage. Five devices, three wifi logins, shitty connection. It was good in the end. 

Seven days. No incessant smartphone checking. Emails a few nights. Some reading. Some wine. Some laying around and doing nothing. Days spent doing vacation-type activities. 

There was no work imperative. A proper vacation. There’s nothing like it. Even if the lake water was green. Ahhh!

6-year-old Jokes

September 19, 2017

I need to go to the dollar store, I said at breakfast. 

“Why,” my 3-days-from-being-six-years-old son asked. 

Because I want to see if they have little bags to put gift bags in for your birthday party. 

“So you want to buy some dollars, huh?”

He’s gonna grow into his comedy skills, but we’re getting somewhere. 

Even without ice cream

September 18, 2017


Remember before when you told me if I go with you to get your haircut, we can get ice cream after?

Well I want to go with you. 

But even if we don’t get ice cream, I don’t care. Because I still want to go with you. I want to be with you. Because I love you. 

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