It had been a perfectly normal meal, meaning a frantic orchestra of a family of four struggling to sit down together before the five year old’s (Odd) bedtime. My older son, E, juggled and distributed the table settings, as I grabbed an assortment…
Last Thursday after a day at the office that pleasantly ended with a surprise invitation to run with a co-worker around Lake Merrit, I trundled home on my bike, choked down a quick dinner with my sons and husband, fed the dogs, and…
I’ve always had trouble understanding how time was the 4th dimension. Recently, though, I’ve been thinking a lot about time: specifically the quantification of it, or in most of our cases, the specific lack of enough of it. Parenting seems to be a massive…