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From My Sickbed
There should be a rule that if the mom gets sick then no one else is allowed to get sick as well. Just once I want to get sick all by myself. I want my family to soothe my fevered brow, bring me countless cups of tea, and insist I not get off the couch. I’m living in a dream world, aren’t I? Instead what happens is that the cold (yes, we are only talking about a cold but, in my defense, it is a particularly nasty one) starts with my daughter, moves on to my son, and then hits my husband and me at the same time thus leaving…
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Book Review–Photographs From the Edge by Art Wolfe
I like pretty pictures. I would like to take pretty pictures. I mentioned in my recent post about being artistic that this a relatively new interest of mine. I developed this interest partly because I started this blog and I obviously need photos for it and partly because I was not completely satisfied with some vacation photos I had taken. I knew what I wanted but I didn’t know how to achieve it. I still don’t really but I am doing a lot of reading and a lot of practicing and one of these days I might end up with some photos I am reasonably pleased with. Photographs From the…
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Books As Our Identity
It is a truth universally acknowledged that if you want to be my friend you have to like Jane Austen. Tell me that you don’t like one of her novels and I will judge you. Ask me, as someone recently did, who Jane Austen is and I will pass out from shock, recover and judge you, and then I will pass out again. As with many book mad people, the books I love have become part of my identity. Tell me you don’t like Jane Austen and you are telling me you don’t like part of who I am because I can trace Jane Austen and her novels back through…
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On Being Artistic
I am not artistic. That is what I have always said, usually with a self-deprecating smile. Then I would murmur something about being unable to draw a straight line and mention that my stick figures are unrecognizable. It is true, I can’t draw and my crafting skills are abysmal. My children were outdoing me by the time they were three. You haven’t learned humility until your toddler has kindly and tactfully praised your play-doh creation and you have resisted the urge to agree that yes, it is a doggy, when really you meant it to be a lion. I am not artistic. That is what I have always said, until…
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Book Musings
How has your week been? Full of books and a bit of relaxation, I hope. Mine has been busy. The kids are back in school and life is back to chaos and alarms going off at 5:15 a.m. Why on earth do schools think it is a good idea to start at 7:15 in the morning? I can’t think straight at that hour and we expect our kids to be awake and learning then. I don’t think days should start before 9:00. Can you tell I am not a morning person? I am, as you know, a book person and I have been reading a couple of good books lately.…
