To Do 1/24/2013:

Wash Dishes.

Do Laundry.

Put Away Laundry From Monday, and also from Last Thursday.

Figure out how to make sausage out of a beef heart.

Remember: that Ben told me not to tell him (“or just lie”) if I am cooking with organ meat, so that he won't have to know he's eating it.

Choose: not to ponder the ethical implications of the previous point.

Remember: Jem will not be scarred for Life despite the fact that he is stomping around making loud harrumphing sounds like a Proverbial Sullen Schooled Teenager, after I told him Not To Wake Eliza for the thirtieth time this morning.


Dear Family,

So it turns out that in the time I currently have available to me, I am not going to become a political scientist, or a molecular biologist, or an investigative reporter. I had this realization right about 3am on one of the blurring-together-nights this past week, during one of Eliza's super un-fun screaming wake-ups. She's in the midst of yet another apparent bout of especially bad reflux, which appears to be just one of the factors that cause her to refuse most of the food we offer her (and to sleep terribly at night).


A Short Announcement

Dear Family and Friends,

Announcing... DECISION:

I want to start writing a whole lot more. I want to get published. And I'd kinda like to find some paying work as a writer. I have no idea how to manifest that last part, but I'll work on it later; for now, I'm planning to branch out (in other words, to write about topics in addition to Gut Flora and Parenting).


...I'm taking REQUESTS! (This is scary.)

Interesting Articles from the Past Half-Year

"Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the Good"



A sobering and there-but-for-fortune sort of essay, concerning the state of mentally ill kids and their families:


This is a great reminder about the challenges Parenting Today, and it's good not only because of the comic at the end:


Conundrums of A Similar Sort

Dear Family,

“People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.”
--A.A. Milne, “Winnie The Pooh”


[Please note that Jem's isms have officially become too complex to capture in one-sentence snippets. I am sad that already he says so many amazing things that I generally forget before I get a chance to write them down]:

“Last night I had a sneeze that blew me out!”

“Bad things stay in your brain a long time...'cuz they're bad.”

“To fold a shirt, I put it down on the floor first with the Cool Side down.”

Exercises from a Writing Workshop

by Sarabeth

Inspired by the words "Sweet Sixteen" and the colors on paint swatches: "acorn squash," "summer squash," "Beach Ball Yellow," "Optimistic Yellow," "Daffodil," "Decisive Yellow" and "Cheerful"


I've always wanted to write a sort of retrospective memoir, one of those "Back when I was Sweet Sixteen"-kinds of pieces that evoke honeysuckle evenings and vacations by the boardwalk near the sea.

Multiple Thoughts from a Cloistered World, and an Eliza Update

Dear Family,

“Whoever said 'There's no use crying over spilled milk' obviously never pumped six ounces, then accidentally dumped it on the floor.”
--Unknown Blogger, and also my sobbing self at 6:30 this morning

“In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.”
--Elizabeth Gilbert

"Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.

The Micro Is Macro - or, When Tiny Things Are Devastating

Dear Family,

"There is only one thing people like that is good for them: a good night's sleep."
--E. W. Howe



“I broke my rubber' now I can do so much cool stuff with it.”

“When you say, 'Do you want your hat, Jem?', you're REALLY saying, 'You should wear your hat.'”

“It's nice, looking at a baby and watching it seeing you and smiling.”

Discussing preferences with our neighbor, after listening to all the other kids describe the activities they did and didn't enjoy: “...I like _whatever_ happens.”



New Resident at Our House

Dear Family and Friends,

Generally it's not clear to me where Time goes, all things considered.

And then comes a day like June 17th, during which the earth is obviously still spinning but suddenly there's some kind of vivid, punctuating event. And just then, as Calvin might say, things go KA-POW! In that moment it's like Time officially stands still.

Our new baby girl was born early on Father's Day morning. At 7:32am: KA-POW!

--Eliza Ruth was born at home into a loving circle of friends and midwives; Ben and Jem made it into the room about three seconds after she came out.

Mary Pipher, and Why Lately I'm Sitting a Lot

Dear Family,

“When I do good, I feel good; when I do bad, I feel bad--and that is my religion.”
--Abe Lincoln



“I know I'm counting right for 'one, two, three, four, five, six, seven'...but after I say 'ten, eleven' I _don't_ know if I'm saying it right!”

“Will hairs grow out of my armpit? Because I don't want them to.”

On a walk in the woods: “Don't worry about me! I'm in charge! Follow me...What we are, is, we're looking for a place to smash this [hickory] nut. ...I'll show you my three-head dandelion! ...I'm tired--not my body part, but my legs.”

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