Oh the Thinks That We Think

Last night I babysat my little friend D, who is almost four.  (Last March I took care of D for three days while her parents were in the hospital having her little brother, W.  You can read about my great pseudo-parenting skills here and my less-great, thoroughly-exhausted pseudo-parenting skills here.) In the middle of anContinue reading “Oh the Thinks That We Think”

The Writing Life

I am a writer. It took me a while to be able to say that without cringing or feeling sheepish or following it up with, “Well sort of.”  But now I can own it, in all its vague, not-yet-fully-formed glory. Two years ago this week, I sat down in my principal’s office at the schoolContinue reading “The Writing Life”