Category Memorable children

THE ARTIST IN PRISON, THE CHICKEN IN BED

Yesterday marked a doleful First: the arrival of Sage’s first green slip from school. I’d grown complacent in the absence of these ominous little papers, but now I have official documentation of my son’s delinquency. His transgression wasn’t quite worthy of a trip to the principal, but it was clearly obnoxious; his teacher’s hastily scrawled […]

Mimpendicitis

“Sage told me how you thought he had ‘mimpendicitis,’” his kindergarten teacher reported cheerfully when I met her in the hallway after school. “It was so cute; I should write that down.” I don’t know if she did, but in the interest of posterity, I will. We were having a nice, lighthearted conversation, so I […]

Why Eleven Is The First Big Number

Sage suddenly looked up from his grilled cheese sandwich and fixed me with a gaze that was eerily intense for a five-year-old. “Eleven is the first big number,” he announced. I was startled, having never before associated grilled cheese with mathematical ruminations. “Wouldn’t the first big number be ten?” I asked. “It’s the first number […]

Painted Face and Hooded Cowboy

Between our library’s Booktoberfest celebration last Saturday and Homecoming Week this week, Sage has had a chance to explore exciting new looks.

The Day of Two Friends

Sage is having one of the best days of his life today, and it must be documented. First his buddy Isaiah came over after school; the boys played almost non-stop (only pausing for snack breaks) until Isaiah’s brother’s flag football practice ended and the magic had to end as well. Then Sage’s OTHER buddy Braedin […]

Involuntarily Amish

My family awoke yesterday to appliances that were sullenly dark and silent. I attributed their lack of juice to a storm system that had moved through the area the previous night; although it had obligingly skirted around us, I figured it might have knocked out some key player further down on the grid. However, after […]

Sage’s edible smiles

The Imagination Face

A few days ago, my son Sage solemnly informed me that he could make trees and houses talk in his head. “That’s because you have a good imagination,” I told him. “I do NOT have an imagination!” he informed me indignantly. “But,” I replied, bemused, “an imagination is what lets you make the trees and […]

Alondra’s day in the country

Alondra had a rural odyssey this morning; we walked several miles through a tranquil country landscape, absorbing the peace of nature, making the most of the sunny hours that blessed us despite dire storm-filled weather forecasts. She had just finished writing the captions for these photos when she had to go home, so I’ll post […]

Alondra and the rainbow

I’m pleased to report that I have a special guest author today: my eleven-year-old sister Alondra, who’s staying for the weekend. We just witnessed one of the most spectacular rainbows I’ve ever seen–a double rainbow that arched all the way across the valley, sunlight before it, lightning behind, like a luminous but ephemeral gate holding […]