[ and then there were two ]
Reading: Alexa Stevenson
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Regrettably, the disaster you expect is seldom the one visited upon you.
[ from Half Baked ]
20/52
Monday, May 20, 2013
[ kitten ]
Nine months after her first birthday, the birthday dress finally fits. It’s her pre-dinner attire. All the proof I’ll ever have.
Drat
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
When I grow up and know that I am going to have a baby, I will remember to walk proud and slow even though I am not a Jew.
[ Francie via Betty Smith ]
18/52
Sunday, May 5, 2013
[ brooklyn baby, chicago beach ]
It’s not yet warm enough for the beach, but we’re anxious to go. She’s a bit fussy, as multiple teeth make their way through her gums. But it’s Sunday in Hyde Park, and we’re all together, so we go anyway.
Her shovel handle snaps with the first scoop. The wind is cold. But she manages to fill the entire bucket with sand. She sees dogs and asks her dad to throw rocks into the water. She’s peaceful and sweet. It’s perfect.
17/52
Monday, April 29, 2013
[ sprung ]
A day that finally feels like spring. She is tired and missing her nap but loving the garden and all that comes with it. After a sad end to digging in dirt, we settle beside the water to throw some rocks and rest. She has her stick and her fancy pearls. We both kind of wish this moment could last forever.
15/52
Sunday, April 14, 2013
[ this girl ]
It’s a warm Sunday, and she’s happy to be outside. She is with both parents, which makes her feel extra bold. She moves quickly from apparatus to apparatus, stopping occasionally to linger on a step or at a cracked bucket that is begging to be filled with mulch. She is happy and calm. If only every day were Sunday.
Reading: Andrew Solomon
Monday, April 8, 2013
All kinds of attributes make one less able. Illiteracy and poverty are disabilities, and so are stupidity, obesity, and boringness. Extreme age and extreme youth are both disabilities. Faith is a disability insofar as it constrains you from self-interest; atheism is a disability inasmuch as it shields you from hope. One might see power as a disability, too, for the isolation in which it imprisons those who wield it.
[ from Far from The Tree ]
