Yesterday I made a whirlwind trip down to Uppsala, where I attended and participated in an essay-presentation seminar and grabbed a quick dinner of some very tasty vegetarian samosas before making the long trip home and collapsing in my bed just before midnight. This morning I was up at six and out the door at… Read More On the move
This morning at breakfast, Petra asked me out of the blue, “What’s racist?” “Hmmm,” I stalled, trying to think of an explanation appropriate for a first-grader. “I suppose it’s if you’re mean to someone or don’t like them because of where they come from or what color their skin is. It’s not nice.” “I would… Read More At the kitchen table
Wow, it’s like I just dropped off the face of the earth or something. Things have been busy, busy, busy here, and up until this afternoon I was spending every spare minute I could find working on a big essay for school. It’s almost the entire grade for the class, so I needed to put… Read More Re-surfacing
She’s fine, truly, but I can’t believe I let such a stupid thing happen. 🙁 Yrsa has always been really good about leaving hot things alone — just a warning will steer her away from anything that we tell her is hot. After five kids, though, I really should know better than to trust the… Read More Toddler versus hot tea
I was up at 4:30 this morning to catch a 6:30 flight down to Uppsala. Not unexpectedly, I’ve been dragging all day. I foresee an early bedtime tonight. We’ve had lots of excitement at home these past few days, with my bff, Debi, and her family — husband, teenage son, and the cutest little Jack… Read More This and that
Yrsa and her new best friend, Milo: