Category: Mothers & Daughters

My girleens

Articulate, Day and Night

More sleep-talking news, this from last night. Eleni claims I said it. I deny it: “We’re going to sprout wings and fly far far away, but first: I’m waiting for Emmy to tell me what part of speech that is.” If you’d ever tried to teach grammar, you’d say the same thing. Back in the world of reality: As I sat on the floor with Emmy tonight, she tried to pull herself from sitting to […]

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Fancy Packing

I forgot to tell you something about my mother. She’s the one who mailed Dad’s engagement ring to me uninsured “because I didn’t like the looks of the woman at the post office.” She hadn’t wanted the agent to know something valuable was inside the box. Whenever I go East, I try to pack up an item or two that had been given to me earlier by my mother or father. For my siblings it’s […]

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Mr. Charles

You know what my mother said when I was in Delaware? (As you might recall, she is the one who observed, “Even chickens have pecking orders.”) “It is the youth of the evening right now, but come morning, that will no longer be true.” Now you know where I get my brilliance from. Here are some new pics of Emmy, which you’ve seen if you’re on Facebook. First picture: now that she has budding teeth, […]

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56 and 364/365ths

I have the two greatest daughters. They both came many miles to witness my almost-certain birthday death. It took way longer than it should have to get to the skydiving place, and for Molly it took twice the anticipated time. She arrived literally ten seconds before I had to climb the ladder to the plane. Turn the clock back two-and-a-half years. In Nepal I was talking to a young man from England about our respective […]

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