For a long time, I had been eyeing this recipe. It spoke to me. Basically, it describes a method for making vegetable broth out of the parts of vegetables which you would ordinarily throw out. Stash all the discards in a bag in the freezer, and, once it is full, turn it into broth, like magic.
People will ask me if she knows who I am. The truth is, I don’t know. I do not ask, because, what is the point? I do not believe that she knows that I am her daughter. But regardless of who she thinks I am, she is always happy to see me. It fills me up, to know that just my presence can make her smile.
We want to be strong women, right? We want to raise children who stand up for themselves. No shrinking violets but bold, little hellcats. Sure, they challenge us at every turn, but beneath our frustration (sometimes way down deep), there is great pride in raising children who we know will take on the world someday.
It seems right to share a few things about me, warts and all.
Four years ago, I somehow stumbled on an annual event held at the Lutz Children’s Museum in Manchester, Connecticut. Apparently, the museum is the home of the “official Connecticut state groundhog” (who knew?) and every year, she or he makes a prediction about the end of the Winter season. The public is invited to attend the special occasion.
2017? It was a true roller coaster of a year, with serious highs and heartbreaking lows. I am not sorry to see it go.
The staff found it really endearing to see them together. They would sit next to each other at meals and otherwise. They would hold hands. There were smooches. Her face would light up when she saw him, even though she could not recognize his name when I mentioned it. He would beam when he saw her. Her waning speech did not phase him. She was happy.
Right from the start, my girl loved to groove. Perhaps it was the wonderful Music Together classes, which she attended first in utero as her brother made music, and then in the flesh very shortly after her arrival. Our family has an epic brief video of my daughter at 18 months, clad only in a
Now, I am not a fashionable gal. I do not often shop (for me). But when I do, I veer toward classic and well-made. My big fear is that I will buy something trendy and continue to wear it, oblivious to the fact that a particular look has long since fallen out of style. My
About 25 years ago, three girlfriends and I bought tickets to see Once on this Island on Broadway. We were ill prepared for the ways the one-act musical moved and inspired us. Based on the novel, My Love, My Love; or, The Peasant Girl by Rosa Guy, Lynn Ahrens and Stephen Flaherty created a timeless masterpiece.