Is There Anything Left to Second-Guess??

Dear Family,

“The thing is, it's very dangerous to have a fixed idea. A person with a fixed idea will always find some way of convincing himself in the end that he is right.”

--Atle Selberg, winner of the 1950 Fields Medal in Mathematics.


All in all, I'm not going to bore you with many details of this past week. Suffice to say that whether or not Ben was reacting negatively to a food challenge (or maybe just doing some random detoxification, or perhaps feeling the effects of Mercury in Retrograde), his behavior regression was one I would prefer never to experience again.

The Romantic Chemistry of Real Life, Talk Therapy, Net Books, and Prison Terms

Dear Family,

Jeff and I watched “Sleepless in Seattle” a couple nights ago. There was good acting and lots of great dialogue, and even though I know the world does not need any more movie reviews, I am somehow compelled to share mine anyway:


1. Man's wife dies (very sad), and he and his young son (a nauseatingly sweet and well-adjusted young man) move to Seattle. Two years later, Son wants Dad to get remarried, and calls a radio show to ask the psychologist/host for advice (subsequently landing Dad with some airtime.)

A Wedding Most Wonderful, and The Tyranny of Influencing Choice

Dear Family and Friends,

I'm not a completely hopeless romantic, but I totally cried my eyes out during our neighbors' wedding last weekend. As I told Ben and Jem, it was one of the funnest they are ever likely to attend...

It was a gorgeous Saturday evening, and the music was incredible, and the ceremony was heart-breakingly sweet, and the brides and grooms (did I mention it was a double-wedding?) made respective promises that were individual and eyes-wide-open and funny and tender and real, and a huge tent was illuminated so the festivities could continue late into the night.

Everyday Moments - Or, Life Goes On

Dear Friends and Family,

As an experiment, this week I am going to present all my thoughts as either

1. Factoid-Style Vignettes; or
2. Poetic Metaphor.

This is an experiment for One Update Only – I reserve the right to complain at any point in the future.

“Life is too short to wear modest clothes.”
--Athena Matilsky


Here is the letter which I sent to the City Court last week:

Tuesday, July 27, 2010
To Whom it May Concern:

Today, driving out of Ithaca on Rt. 79 East, I was taking my kids for a

Reintegration, DTSD, NBTSC, as well as a Brief Mention of Podcasts

Dear Family,

Coming home last week was a bit of a shocker - despite my trying to remember in advance that it would be, and despite how much fun we all had on our respective vacations. And despite the way that housecleaning and cooking and childcare can truly promote ones spiritual nature. Also, even despite how well Ben is doing (he was able to listen to audio books for 10 hours each way to Cape Cod!! ...and he, a child who until two months ago did not understand the concept of fiction).

Will Pedal for Sardines, Slides, and State Parks

Dear Family,

I don't think that Jem's and my bike adventure will make it into “Bicycling” magazine. I (this has at least something to do with having with my breastfeeding toddler in tow) got passed by every single other cyclist we met on road, without exception, and we didn't go very far. Also, our journey contained very little Risk (and additionally, “Bicycling” doesn't usually go for boobs on the cover).

Crossing Our Fingers, Attempting Sincerity and Grace

Dear Family,

Last week, I realized that I was actively envying several other parents I know. More specifically, I was envying the quality of their children's bowel movements as well as the short duration and less-than-severe nature of their children's temper tantrums. I have now decided that those two things are NOT worth time spent in envy, and I'm going to save that mental energy for coveting my neighbors' bicycles.

Summer at the Table

Dear Family,

I've done some hard things in my life. I've even done some Really Hard things. But lately it's been HARD, to the point where I can't help longing for a different sort of vision quest, one that doesn't comprise nearly every waking hour being spent on intensive parenting (with a special focus on a child with Higher Needs Than Most).

Capitalism, Compassion, Carosels, and Assorted Crazyness

Dear Family,

Humans are built, I think, with a longing for stability. Here at the ranch, we're experiencing incredible, huge, amazing things, and trying to appreciate these to the fullest. Except that I'm really not enjoying the corresponding lows, not at all, no how.

What does this mean, that currently there is hardly any middle ground of Okayness in our lives? Does it mean that we are slated to ride a rollicking GAPS roller coaster from now on? Does it mean that things will gradually get easier, and “good” will become Passionately, Wildly better, Way better than before?

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