If Ghosts Could Write

When I was little, my mom was editor of The View, a community newspaper in our California hometown. Today I came across a photo of us marching together in a parade in April 1982. I don’t remember the experience, but I know I must have felt pretty important to...

It’s Okay If You’re Struggling

On day #1,467 of sheltering in place, I was watching my daughter participate in her regular dance class, now delivered via Zoom videoconferencing. We’d created a makeshift dance floor in our kitchen by pushing the table against the windows, positioning my laptop at just the right angle so her...

What the Mandalorian Nails About Being a Parent

If you’re watching The Mandalorian on the new Disney+ streaming service, you’re probably hopelessly obsessed with Baby Yoda, the big-eyed, cooing, gifted-with-the-Force character who’s central to the plot. Five episodes in, I’ve decided that all I want for Christmas is a Baby Yoda (seriously, he’s that cute). The more...

The Blue Jay

I am a nerd for birds. Though I can’t claim much official birding knowledge, I purchased a backyard feeder a few years ago and have learned some of the patterns of the feathered beauties who swoop in for a snack. The tiny chickadees are the most numerous, visiting frequently...

Driving in the Rain

Yesterday morning the girls had an appointment to get approved for Global Entry. Kevin and I figured we should both be there to present the kids officially, but we took separate cars so he could head to work immediately afterward. It had been raining all morning, and as the...