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This Wonderful Life

January 16, 2009

This Wonderful Life

A note to my readers: Are you reading the blog? No? Why not? Just this week, you could have read all about trying to find the most ethical dog food, finding an incredible (and incredibly easy) recipe for hummus, and letting go of some old distractions to make room for new possibilities. The best thing is - I don’t just want you to read the site - I want you to be a part of it. Share ideas, connect with other people. Check it out at www.moremindfulfamily. wordpress. com. It’ll be awesome, I swear. Lousy days are like fine whines In the world of lousy days, there are so many varietals. Some have a bitter nose, but a bright finish. Others open with a spray of cherries and freesia only to disappoint with a thick taste of freshly paved asphalt. Some lousy days are like a stubbed toe. And not just any stubbed toe. They’re like the stubbed toe that happens after you’ve let go of all hesitation and selfconsciousness to perform a spectacularly joyful series of pirouettes around your living room. The living room where someone has left a toy truck or deployment of sharp little army men or a set of metal, 20- pound weights.

These are not tragic days. They’re not life-altering days. They’re just lousy.

They’re days that feel like a full-body stubbed toe, and they’re darned disheartening. I started my week with one of those. It wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t like learning that someone I thought was my best friend was secretly making fun of me behind my back. It was just one of those days that began full of energy and enthusiasm and optimism, but ended with a bruised ego and some difficult introspection.

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  • This Wonderful Life: I can say No, but I prefer Yes If popular culture is any indication, it seems women suffer from an epidemic inability to refuse additional responsibilities. Magazines, self-help books and therapists nationwide offer heaps of advice on how to assert oneself, draw boundaries and generally say No when asked to sign on for those things for which we have little time and less interest.

    November 25, 2009

  • This Wonderful Life: I wish someone had told me Disclaimer: Because my son more or less demanded that I stop using him and his life as material for my column back when he was 12 or 13, I want to make it perfectly clear to all my readers (and any legal professionals who are now retained or may be retained at some future time by aforementioned son) that this column is not about him. It’s about me. The fact that he happened to turn 21 on Saturday is mere coincidence. So help me God.

    November 19, 2009

  • This Wonderful Life: A view through bare branches Every morning, Bee and I stand at the end of the driveway waiting for her bus and we look up into the branches of the elm tree that arches over the drive.

    November 5, 2009

  • This Wonderful Life: To Posey on her fourth So here we are, on the other side of 3-years-old, and it seems we both survived it intact. It wasn’t easy, but perhaps it made us both stronger.

    October 30, 2009

  • This Wonderful Life: A Posey by any other name... A few weeks ago, Posey gave us all new names. Or, to be more accurate, Posey gave us all one new name. Rose.

    October 8, 2009

  • This Wonderful Life: Are pork chops really that good? If it seems unlikely for a vegetarian (that would be me) to own a couple of table- bound pigs, it probably seems downright absurd that their names should be Tender and Delicious.

    October 2, 2009

  • This Wonderful Life: I sssssseeeeeee you there The first thing you should know is that I used to suffer from a snake phobia. The operative word there is phobia. It wasn’t just a matter of disliking snakes. It wasn’t a fear of being bitten. It wasn’t a simple reluctance to touch their impossibly dry, nimble bodies.

    September 24, 2009

  • This Wonderful Life: What’s so funny? My kids, I hope In my experience as a three-time parent, there is something absolutely, spiritually magical about the first time your child cracks a joke.

    September 17, 2009

  • This Wonderful Life: Who are these little girls? There are two children in my house who bear a striking resemblance to my daughters. They are adorable, smart and energetic.

    September 10, 2009

  • This Wonderful Life: A harvest that’s good for the soul Signs of harvest are all around. The afternoon sun glows amber over the fields and the farm stands are filled to overflowing with vegetables and fruit. We’re lucky to live in a place where we can have such an immediate connection to the food we eat.

    September 3, 2009