Wordless Wednesday
Our local shopping mall is all dressed up for the Lunar New Year.
Our local shopping mall is all dressed up for the Lunar New Year.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, I am once again reminded how grateful I am to no longer be the parent of a small child in the snowier bits of the U.S.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, the three-year-old sings a lullaby to Cozy the Cat.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, I enjoy pretty pictures of snow, now that I no longer have to shovel it.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, my daughter demonstrates the proper way to perform CPR on a T.Rex. #ThrowbackThursday
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, my then four-year-old daughter spends the day preparing her bike for winter.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, my daughter and I visit the glycodont at the Harvard Museum of Natural History.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, my husband teaches our daughter how to use his Giant Camera for the very first time. She was three. We were in Cape Cod.
My daughter left me this butter sculpture by the toaster this morning. The more I contemplated it, the more I realized that it was the perfect metaphor for middle school.
Public art you can run around in is the best kind of public art. This week, my daughter explores Whiplash by Patrick Dougherty.