Tag: daughter

  • She’s Off

    She’s Off

    I want to tell you what love looks like. She is 18, about 5′ 7″ with dark blonde hair to her shoulders. Love looks like her, fresh sweetness driven by curiosity. I want to tell you what else love looks like. She is 46, about 5′ 10″, a brunette with tints of red. Love looks […]

  • Grad Present: Monday, February 26

    Grad Present: Monday, February 26

    And so today was lovely, a day full of hours with my daughter, a day when we laughed and were in sync, and it was all so much of everything good. There was no question I would write tonight about this day, even in limited fashion, because I want to remember it. But to write […]

  • Five in Five: Wednesday, February 21

    Five in Five: Wednesday, February 21

    Five Things about Countries Beginning with “E” that Allegra Told Us During a Car Ride to a Race in Wisconsin: She Was Reading from One of Her Beloved Travel Books, Both of Which She Bought with a Barnes & Noble Gift Card from Byron’s Great-Uncle 1. One of Egypt’s trademarks is incessant honking 2. Egypt […]

  • Tell Me Something: What I Told Her

    Tell Me Something: What I Told Her

    Thank you to everyone who responded to my last post and completed a survey for our rising senior in high school, Miss Allegra. She’s at the point where she has around 60 surveys from folks, with new ones still trickling in. Eventually, when it feels like “time,” she and a good friend of ours who […]

  • The Word “Gullible” Doesn’t Actually Appear in the Dictionary

    The Word “Gullible” Doesn’t Actually Appear in the Dictionary

    Teddy said it was a hat, So I put it on. Now dad is saying, ‘where the heck’s the toilet plunger gone?’ –Shel Silverstein In Northern Minnesota, winter is long and spring capricious. By April, residents’ moods correlate to the thermometer.  That’s why, on a rare, glorious, sun-drenched Saturday when I was out for a […]

  • Twenty-Eight First Graders, the Lone Teacher, a Slew of Specialists, and One Shy Girl

    ¬†Anne Lamott once wrote of a type of situation so taxing it could “…make Jesus drink gin from the dog dish.” This is how I often feel, as the parent of a school-aged child. It’s surprisingly hard to let my kid go off all day to be manhandled by the world. It makes me want […]