Underneath the crest of Harvard there is one word: veritas. I could guess it’s meaning, but I wanted to know it’s exact definition. I asked George. No one loves a good word more than George. I suppose that’s why he chose to get his Masters in Literature at Brown instead of music. He adores unusual…
To be totally honest, I don’t really like Star Wars. In fact, I’ve never even seen it. Robots and light sabers not being very appealing to me. George however, loves it. And he has taken great delight in putting a photo of the main character on my cell phone-C3PO, R2D2, Princess Leia, Chewbacca, Luke–you get…
At fourteen months, Henry is almost done nursing. It’s bittersweet for me. I’m elated to buy beautiful lingerie again. I will be burning the terrifying nursing bras I’ve been wearing for three years straight now! I’m excited to have my very own breasts again. And I’m sad to have this most beautiful and sacred time…
Ah yes. Another dinner with the in-laws. In Chilmark. Our stoned waiter with waist-length dreadlocks kept tripping over chairs, Grantine (she will NOT be called Grandma!) lit her napkin on fire, put out by GW (he will NOT be called Grandpa!), burning a hole right through the center. Annabelle got angry and threw her bread…
sprinklers provide hours of entertainment.