Hello from North Haven! And a happy belated Thanksgiving! Penrose, Bill and I made our customary trip to central Maine to spend the holiday with my parents, sisters, brothers-in-law, and my nephew, now a sturdy two-month-old. We walked down to Parker Pond before dinner with my nephew bundled up and strapped to his father’s chest. […]
Once the ballot is marked, the clock-wise circumnavigation of the room continues. The poll warden pauses her knitting to ceremoniously slide open the giant, locked, wooden ballot box and slide it shut again.
Although the thought of traveling with a young country kid to the big city seems daunting, cities are full of young kids. They’re scootering down the sidewalks ahead of their parents, climbing on the playhouse at the park, and taking advantage of all the fun things a city has to offer.
As the helmeted drivers made their introductory laps to the wild cheers of the crowd, I realized I’d never been to the derby before. I must have been too busy being aggressively uncool in high school. Too bad – this was GREAT.
Hello from North Haven! By the light of a pink and purple sunset, the Hebrew calendar ticked over last night from one year to the next. My husband, daughter and I invited a few other families – none of them Jewish – to share the evening with us, and we laughed as the kids took […]
Later that evening, as I kept Pen company in the bathroom, she turned to me and said, “You and daddy are such frustrating babies!”
For that back-to-school scourge, hand, foot and mouth disease, has broken out in the midcoast, and that includes North Haven. My three-year-old hasn’t escaped.
Planet Earth is a difficult place to be right now. Our place names – Charlottesville, Mumbai, Mexico City, Houston, Barbuda, Yemen, Syria, Mosul – conjure up devastation, whether human-made or nature’s wrath, and there’s not an end in sight. We seem ever more fragmented into microscopic factions. Maybe that’s why extraterrestrial goings-on are all the more appealing.
We’re piloting a program this year to welcome high school students from the mainland, or from other island communities, to our school to take advantage of our tiny student to teacher ratios, hands-on and experiential programs, arts offerings, and supportive environment…We have room for up to three more students! Ask me how!
Finally, I forgot to be afraid. My body in the water needed my attention as seaweed tugged at my limbs and salt sprayed my eyes. When we made it back to the beach, I was tired and chilled, too tired to be afraid anymore.