A Thanksgiving Memory

A Thanksgiving Memory

We made Grandma’s seven layer salad again this year and it was a perfect paradox of gloppy-yet-crunchy. Ivan roasted the turkey traditional style instead of smoking it, like he did in 2010. Robin’s day care artwork provided atmosphere: a painted pumpkin pie dusted with real cinnamon for olfactory and visual decoration. I ran in Sacramento’s … Continue reading

Long Live the Cookie Exchange

I mentioned in a past post that no matter where I live I always desire to get in touch with the roots of that place, even if I have only the most tenuous of family roots there, or no such roots at all. So here I’ll share with you how I enjoyed getting tangled up … Continue reading

The Car Seat Dilemma

The Car Seat Dilemma

Ivan and I were at our parent-teacher conference yesterday with Camilla’s second grade teacher. You’ll be pleased to know that Camilla reads 151 words per minute, way above grade level! Sadly, though, she does not ride her bike around the neighborhood alone. We got to talking about this in the conference because the three of … Continue reading

Observation

Observation

It’s funny when you take second graders on a trip to Apple Hill and they all want candied apples but most of them have their two front teeth missing or one adult tooth is in and the other one is a loose baby tooth or Both front teeth are fully in jagged Perfectly suited for … Continue reading

Guest post: Lynette Ledesma

Guest post: Lynette Ledesma

My friend Lynette shared this story on a camping trip over Labor Day weekend. Enjoy! Some Background When I was a child, scouting was required of all children in the Philippines.  I attended Dole Philippines School, an American school, from Kindergarten through grade 6.  I became a Girl Scout in the 1st grade, as a … Continue reading

Graduation

Graduation

Editor’s note: Dad told this story in a postscript to a longer email having to do with an oil well. I decided to promote it from P.S. status. Grandaddy graduated from University of Oklahoma in Norman in spring 1939 but could not afford the $10 for his diploma or the rental of a cap and … Continue reading

It’s Good Exercise Eve!

It’s Good Exercise Eve!

My first grader’s eyes bugged out of her red, wet-curl-framed face and she gave up a cry that was more of a scream, as the wind squeaked loose her grip on the plastic handle of her inside out umbrella. My 20-month-old son snotted green slugs and pulled at my non-umbrella-retrieving arm, arching with his entire … Continue reading