Bringing the world to your kids - and your kids to the world
4 days agoby motherofalltripsMy mother came from a generation of women trying to figure out what they might do in the world outside of wife- and motherhood. Around the time that I was in the second grade, she started to take her art more seriously. We lived in an old farmhouse in Connecticut and one of the bedrooms was her studio. It smelled of turpentine and so did she. I remember being embarrassed that she wore paint-splattered coveralls to the supermarket. She was so proud when one of her paintings won a prize in a local contest. She used the winnings to buy
3 days agoby motherofalltripsTerrible drive today but made up for it by eating all the (uh-mazing) pizza.
2 days agoby motherofalltripsI don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read. My mother used to say I started when I was two and was reading chapter books by kindergarten but I’m a little dubious. But I only remember knowing how to read and doing so voraciously in all times and all places, a habit that has continued to this day. It is certainly my mother who fostered my love of reading early on (for my sister too). She made me word banks using coffee cans and I would treasure each word as I learned it and filled the can to the brim