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I love how Marco and Tanissa get along so well Did I just hear this? Did Chris, who has spent more time with my family in the last year than just about anyone else really just say that? He did. And his words have sent me spinning. For years, actually for close to a decade, being in the same room as my son and his sister had been a real challenge. The kind of challenge that makes you think twice about taking them both... (posted by Laura 2 years 334 days ago.)
I love how Marco and Tanissa get along so well Did I just hear this? Did Chris, who has spent more time with my family in the last year than just about anyone else really just say that? He did. And his words have sent me spinning. For years, actually for close to a decade, being in the same room as my son and his sister had been a real challenge. The kind of challenge that makes you think twice about taking them both... (posted by Laura 2 years 334 days ago.)
The Gift of Not Knowing
My son Costa wrote a book. He was eight. The book was originally a secret that he kept from me until the day he presented it at a Young Authors Conference. On that day, I sat misty eyed, along with everyone else present, as the book (dedicated to me, mind you) was read out loud. The fact that it was named How Easily Love Can Be Found only hints at its sweet brilliance. A few days later, we printed a few copies, gave... (posted by Laura 3 years 54 days ago.)
My son Costa wrote a book. He was eight. The book was originally a secret that he kept from me until the day he presented it at a Young Authors Conference. On that day, I sat misty eyed, along with everyone else present, as the book (dedicated to me, mind you) was read out loud. The fact that it was named How Easily Love Can Be Found only hints at its sweet brilliance. A few days later, we printed a few copies, gave... (posted by Laura 3 years 54 days ago.)
A Very Dirty Brush - from "Pink Hair & Chocolate Cookies"
This story begins about 36 years ago and ends only very, very recently. I was seven or eight and the small grade school I attended was just a few blocks from my home. It was quaint and rather friendly, in an old fashioned sort of way. We played marbles at recess, jumped rope and almost everyone went home for lunch. Two hours worth of lunch, which is business as usual for little French... (posted by Laura 3 years 125 days ago.)
This story begins about 36 years ago and ends only very, very recently. I was seven or eight and the small grade school I attended was just a few blocks from my home. It was quaint and rather friendly, in an old fashioned sort of way. We played marbles at recess, jumped rope and almost everyone went home for lunch. Two hours worth of lunch, which is business as usual for little French... (posted by Laura 3 years 125 days ago.)
Big Little Words
A few years ago, I found myself in an unlikely setting. It was an early Wednesday morning and I was standing in front of an easel in the middle of a large, airy art studio. Classical music was softly playing, my cell phone was turned off and I was embarking on a three-hour art class. I knew no one in the room and no one knew me. I was completely out of my element and yet something was slowly bubbling up in me, little tendrils of... (posted by Laura 3 years 147 days ago.)
A few years ago, I found myself in an unlikely setting. It was an early Wednesday morning and I was standing in front of an easel in the middle of a large, airy art studio. Classical music was softly playing, my cell phone was turned off and I was embarking on a three-hour art class. I knew no one in the room and no one knew me. I was completely out of my element and yet something was slowly bubbling up in me, little tendrils of... (posted by Laura 3 years 147 days ago.)
He is Okay. Really.
Last weekend, my son Marco and I were on our way to one of his basketball games. His brother and sister having chosen to stay home, it was one of those rare moments spent one-on-one with him (you know, three kids, only one of me) and I was feeling quietly thankful for it. Well, quietly on the outside. On the inside, I was very busy. My mind was racing ahead, planning how I was going to create more of this; I could hear myself... (posted by Laura 3 years 151 days ago.)
Last weekend, my son Marco and I were on our way to one of his basketball games. His brother and sister having chosen to stay home, it was one of those rare moments spent one-on-one with him (you know, three kids, only one of me) and I was feeling quietly thankful for it. Well, quietly on the outside. On the inside, I was very busy. My mind was racing ahead, planning how I was going to create more of this; I could hear myself... (posted by Laura 3 years 151 days ago.)
Pink Hair, Opera and My New Hero - from "Pink Hair & Chocolate Cookies"
My friend Cheryl and I had treated ourselves to a fabulously fun performance of Aida", Elton John and Time Rices rock version of Verdis opera. Hanging out in the main hall during the intermission, we were high on the energy, the music, the people, the decorum of it all. As we stood talking, I spotted a short head full of the most enticing shade of pink hair. Being a... (posted by Laura 3 years 152 days ago.)
My friend Cheryl and I had treated ourselves to a fabulously fun performance of Aida", Elton John and Time Rices rock version of Verdis opera. Hanging out in the main hall during the intermission, we were high on the energy, the music, the people, the decorum of it all. As we stood talking, I spotted a short head full of the most enticing shade of pink hair. Being a... (posted by Laura 3 years 152 days ago.)
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