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Yesterday I spent the best part of two hours feeling like a twelve year old.  Not because of some great surge of energy, or outlook or innocence, and certainly not because of botox (not yet anyway), but because I had … Continue reading →

It’s lunchtime and I still haven’t showered from my morning run with Scarlet.  Typical really.  My life right now seems to be consumed by the boys’ new schedule.  Basketball, tennis, music, more basketball, play-dates, karate, soccer… I am a firm … Continue reading →

London.  One week in. We’re here.  Wow.  It’s been quite the week.  First things first, the boys were amazing on the flight and we avoided the horrid closing of Heathrow airport due to a snow storm by just 24 hours.  … Continue reading →

I dropped my son off at school this morning.  He was greeted by his headmistress with an enormous hug.  This happens every morning and I can’t think of a better gift to give this particular son than that kind of … Continue reading →

I spent the first several hours of today with my eyes shut.  The first of these hours was during an acupuncture appointment.  I have been suffering from tennis elbow, annoyingly without the tennis, and have tried using needles for the … Continue reading →

Thanksgiving week.  In America, Thanksgiving gives Christmas a run for its money.  People work Monday and Tuesday planning when they can take off on Wednesday, and the whole country shuts down Thursday and Friday.  Our sons’ schools were shut all … Continue reading →

I can hear our neighbor next door.  He is laughing out loud in his garden and his voice is deep and manly.  I remember a time when I would see him every day we were here, school or no school.  … Continue reading →

The room was purposefully sterile.  One window looking out onto the road, a small TV set high up in the corner wall with a fuzzy picture playing cartoons.  The bed took up most of the space – pulled white sheets, … Continue reading →

I’m feeling very pensive, a bit lost in my emotional world.  I feel sensitive, raw and a bit bitchy.  I wonder why today is so different in outlook than, say, yesterday.  Then I remember, like a long lost thought, confusion … Continue reading →

Every Wednesday I make seven packed lunches.  Four go to my own boys and three go to the homeless.  One of our schools runs a program whereby we donate lunches to a homeless shelter once a week, through our kids, … Continue reading →