Friday, November 30, 2007
It's been an interesting exercise, posting to my blog every day. Some days, I really didn't feel like it. Some days, I really enjoyed it. I feel that the quantity of my writing went up (obviously) but not always the quality. Oh, well. I'm still proud that I did it: writing each day.
I made a few new friends via NaBloPoMo, and I'd like to shout out to these women whose blogs I've been following this month:
Thanks for opening your lives to others so we can take a peek. Thanks also to all who looked at my blog and commented.
I hope to continue on, but probably not every day. I still need to finish the sports quilt for my son. And Chanukah starts in less than a week! Argh!
P.S. Special thanks to Eden who started NaBlo! Wow! Over 6000 people participated this year! Quite an accomplishment!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
I started having one of those - I know this song! this song reminds me of something! - moments.
Maybe you should listen to the song first, before you go on...listen here
Okay, if you decided not to listen, here are some of the lyrics:
Same Old Lang SyneOkay, I grew up in the '70s and the '80s, and this song is something I fondly remember. I know it's lame, but it's from 1981, damn it! Everything was lame in 1981!
Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried
We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totaled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged
We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car
We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness but neither one knew how...
--by Dan Fogelberg
So...Dan Fogelberg. It's all starting to come back to me. Loggins and Messina - remember the House at Pooh Corner? (gotta love YouTube!)
So help me if you canMaybe you don't remember that one. But really, you've gotta listen to it. They also did Danny's Song. You've got to know that one...
I've got to get back
To the House at Pooh Corner by one
You'd be surprised
There's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh
People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one
And we've just begun, think I'm gonna have a son
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove
Conceived in love, sun is gonna shine above
And even though we ain't got moneyWell, have you enjoyed this walk down Adena's memory lane? No? I can't imagine why not. I think my parents' visit launched me back a few years into my past...I'll get better soon, I promise.
I'm so in love with ya, honey
And everything will bring a chain of love
And in the mornin' when I rise
You bring a tear of joy to my eyes
And tell me, everything is gonna be alright
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Anyway, this dressing: put 3 tablespoons of olive oil in a jar with a lid. Add 1 tablespoon of white wine vinegar, 1 tablespoon of Dijon mustard, a little salt and pepper, and one pressed clove of garlic. Then...shake. Absolutely divine! I could live on it!
My culinary hero is Rachael Ray. I know that not everyone loves her, but I love her show 30 Minute Meals. She is so practical and down-to-earth, and she gives great cooking tips and tricks on her show. Also, you can go to the show website and download the recipes that you see on the show! It's fantastic! One of my favorites is Super Sloppy Joes with Deviled Potato Salad. Easy and delicious!
I just discovered a fun website called Start Cooking. It shows you exactly how to prepare different dishes using little videos. The recipes are simple, and it's really clear for the novice cook.
So that's all I have to say about food tonight...now I need to go find a snack...
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
So I invited my son, age 8, to watch Charlie Brown's Christmas with me tonight. He agreed, although he really wanted to watch the Celtics and the Cavaliers play basketball. But at 8 pm, he conceded, and we watched Charlie Brown.
Very different from what I remembered!
First of all: it's not really for kids! The language, the jokes: all very adult! I don't think my son understood half of it. And there were lots of references to things that he couldn't possibly understand.
"Why do they call him 'Charlie Brown' and not just 'Charlie'?" he wanted to know.
So he watched the show, but really didn't enjoy it. Didn't understand it, I'm sure. Was much happier watching the basketball game.
I just checked, and Charlie Brown's Christmas was created in 1965! Yikes! Over 40 years ago! Amazing how the theme of the commercialization of Christmas holds true today...
But I still enjoy it. And it still reminds me of childhood, and of some of the magic of this time of year.
Monday, November 26, 2007
This morning, I was driving him to school, and somehow, this issue came up again. "Why," I asked, "do you keep getting your pants wet when you pee? I just don't understand."
My son looked at me with annoyance. "When I pee at the urinal, I don't want to pull my pants down, because everyone will see my butt. So I try to pee using the hole in my underwear, and my pants get all wet!"
Oh. Now I see what the problem is. We've -- let me rephrase that, my husband -- has never taught my son how to "pee using the hole in the underwear." Up until now, he has just "dropped trou" when he needed to pee, and this hasn't been a problem. But now that he is 8, and has more awareness of himself and how others see him, this is no longer acceptable - at school, anyway.
How do men pee out of the little hole in their underwear, anyway? I never really understood it.
I informed my husband that he has to give my son a lesson on this topic: TONIGHT.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
One recent example that comes to mind is a discussion I've been having online with a fellow NaBloPoMo-er about breast cancer and abortion. There is a myth being perpetuated among the anti-abortion folks that having an abortion causes breast cancer. This myth is used -- obviously -- to convince women not to have abortions. While breast cancer is unfortunately very common, abortion does not cause breast cancer.
I looked in PubMed, which is an index of research articles published in reputable journals, and found a study done by a journal called the Lancet in 2004 that looked at data from53 studies and 83,000 women: a very large study (large is good for a study, small isn't always good)! What the researchers found is:
"Pregnancies that end as a spontaneous (meaning a miscarriage) or induced abortion do not increase a woman's risk of developing breast cancer. "The researchers also found that:
"Collectively, the studies of breast cancer with retrospective recording of induced abortion yielded misleading results, possibly because women who had developed breast cancer were, on average, more likely than other women to disclose previous induced abortions."There are 2 types of studies: prospective and retrospective. Prospective is when you take a group of people and follow them over time to see what happens. Retrospective is when you take a group of people who already have a disease, and ask them to look back at what happened to them in the past. The problem with the 2nd type of study is that when people have a disease and are asked to look back, they may not remember things correctly or accurately. Everyone forgets things, right?
For the purposes of this study, what this means is that that women who already had breast cancer who were asked to think back about whether they had an abortion or not, among other things. You can imagine that a woman who is seeing many doctors for breast cancer treatment is very likely to give her medical history over and over, and probably mentions things that she might not otherwise mention, like an abortion. If you had a group of women without breast cancer, and you asked them about their medical history, they might hide the fact that they had an abortion. So the breast cancer group may be more likely to disclose their abortion history than a non-breast cancer group. And this would affect the results of studies that ask women about their abortion history retrospectively.
So...if you've followed me this far... what the researchers are saying is that some studies that asked women with breast cancer to look back and reveal if they had abortions, initially showed results that indicated that abortion may lead to an increase in breast cancer... but after looking at these studies, researchers concluded that these retrospective studies were flawed (because the breast cancer patients were more likely to reveal their abortion history than women without breast cancer). Hopefully, this makes sense. If not, it's easy to see why there is so much confusion out there in the world about research!
Saturday, November 24, 2007
It was really quirky and good!
It's called Lars and the Real Girl, and basically it's the story of a very socially awkward and isolated man, who buys an inflatable "girl" and makes up an entire relationship with her. Not only that, he involves him family and his whole town in the relationship. It's funny, and sad, and quirky, and unbelievable, and good, all at the same time. I really really enjoyed it, and my husband did, too. I highly recommend it!
And I recommend movies in theaters, and eating out afterwards! So nice! (clearly written by a person who doesn't get out nearly enough...)
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Canola oil (for the pan)
2-inch piece fresh ginger, very finely chopped
4 medium red onions, finely chopped
2 bags (12 ounces each) fresh cranberries
Grated rind and juice of 4 oranges
2 cups packed brown sugar, or more to taste
Salt and pepper, to taste
1. Coat a large saucepan lightly with oil and set it over high heat. Add the ginger and onions and cook, stirring often, for 4 minutes or until beginning to soften. 2. Add the cranberries, orange rind and juice, brown sugar, salt, and pepper. Lower the heat to medium. Continue cooking for 10 minutes or until the cranberries soften and some have broken up. Taste for seasoning and add more brown sugar or salt, if you like.
- Adapted from Ming Tsai of Blue Ginger
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
this question, on the surface, seems like an oxymoron. a good death for a child? it is never good that a child dies. it cannot be good. so how can there possibly be such a thing as a good death for a child?
as I start to research this issue, it appears that there can be a “good death” for an adult. it’s easy to imagine a person, at the end of a long, fulfilling life, surrounded by family and friends, proud of his or her accomplishments, spending his/her last few days, without pain, quietly reflecting, saying goodbye, and so forth. as deaths go, this could be a “good death.”
but for a child? again, it seems like an oxymoron. a child, by the mere fact of being a child, hasn’t had a long and fulfilling life. they may have friends and family, but they haven’t had time to accumulate the accomplishments of a lifetime. they haven’t been able to reproduce. they haven’t been able to marry. so the looking back that takes place, if it does at all, is over a much shorter span of time. and the child might not even have the capacity to look back over his/her life.
looking at the more clinical literature, features of a good death start to appear. some examples are, focus on the dying patient’s needs and respect for his/her preferences regarding treatment, etc., giving the dying patient as much control as possible over decision making, sharing information as openly as possible, and so forth.
so again, the question arises: what would a good death look like for a child?
many of these activities simply cannot be done with a child, for example, what is a child’s preference in terms of treatment? how would one give a child as much control as possible? how about sharing information? these goals can happen with a child, but more thought needs to be given as how to achieve these goals with a child, especially with a very young child.
because, when dealing with a young child, you are actually dealing much more with the family, the family as a unit becomes more central in the care. this is not just a child that is dying – it is a child and a family that is experiencing the dying. so what can be done to best support the family, as well as the child, at this time?
if there are choices, even simple ones to make about treatment, let the child have a say; give the child control over things he/she can control; be honest, since children know anyway and would rather know the truth than be told lies.
(this is something I wrote last February, just a month after I started my new position.)
(this is something I wrote last February, just a month after I started my new position.)
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
It's hard to know where to begin with this one.
Here's a sample from the article:
Amidst the crushing poignancy, I was also more creative, more perceptive, more in tune with the world. I can remember entire weeks when I was depressed more clearly than I can remember the particulars of any one day last week. Although days were interminable back then, they were also alive and palpable, bursting with beautiful futility.
Basically, the author, Tim Bugansky says that when he was depressed, he felt things more intensely. And now that he is not depressed, he misses those intense feelings of sadness.
Too bad for him.
My depression probably started around age 11 or 12, and continued until my early 30s when my then-boyfriend-now-husband suggested that I seek therapy because I was sad all the time. It took several years of therapy until my therapist suggested medication, and once I started taking it, my life changed. For the better. Believe me, I don't miss my depression in the least.
Now, I take my little pills each day, and I can enjoy life. I can walk outside and see the trees changing color and feel joy instead of emptiness. I don't feel a strange sense of feeling empty and alone when the rest of the world seems joyful and part of something larger.
To be fair, I know that some people on medication for depression complain that they feel that their feelings are a bit too smoothed out, that they miss the highs and lows. This hasn't been my experience, so maybe I'm not too empathic about this situation. For me, I know that anything is better than the depression was. If I have to miss a few highs and lows, so be it.
But to romanticize depression the way this author does... shame on him.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Who knew that Thanksgiving was originally a day of repentance? Who knew that eating turkey and watching football wasn't the original intent of the holiday? Who knew that the holiday originally was a Puritan religious holiday??? Only don't tell my son's school, because then they won't allow the kids to celebrate it anymore.
...this modern version of Thanksgiving would horrify the devout Pilgrims and Puritans who sailed to America in the 17th century. The holiday that gave rise to Thanksgiving - a "public day" that they observed regularly - was almost the precise opposite of today's celebration. It was not secular, but deeply religious. At its center was not an extravagant meal, but a long fast. And its chief concern was not bounty but redemption: to examine the faults in oneself - and one's community - with an eye toward spiritual improvement.
A thanksgiving day, as actually celebrated by 17th-century Americans, was a communal day of fasting, meditation, and supplication to God. Both thanksgiving and fast days - jointly referred to as "public days" - served as replacements for Roman Catholic holidays (from "holydays") such as Christmas, Easter, and saints' days, which the Puritans rejected along with stained glass and the Anglican Book of Common Prayer. This was part of their goal of simplifying and purifying the rituals of the Christian Church, which explains the term "Puritan." When they emigrated they brought the public-day tradition from Calvinist Europe.
You may be wondering what I'm talking about.
Well...my son goes to a Jewish day school, which means that he is learning about the Jewish religion, culture, and language (Hebrew) on a daily basis. He spends half the day learning subjects like reading (in English), writing (in English), and arithmetic, and then half the day on Hebrew, bible, and Jewish holidays. And he has art and gym and all that other stuff, as well. It's really a great school.
Except for one teeny, tiny thing. They don't allow the kids to celebrate Halloween or Valentine's Day.
Each year, during the week prior to Halloween and the week prior to Valentine's Day, the school sends out a notice that says something like this: because Halloween/Valentine's Day has its origins in the Christian and/or Pagan religion, we do not celebrate this holiday with the children. If you choose to celebrate Halloween/Valentine's Day on your own with your children, that is your choice: but Halloween/Valentine's Day is not a Jewish holiday, and therefore we will not be celebrating it at school.
It's really not such a great loss. I have some good memories of celebrating Halloween and Valentine's Day at school, and a few bad memories as well. But each year, the note they send home irks me. Not a Jewish holiday, I buy that. Christian or Pagan origins: well, that may be true, but no one in the U.S. bothers thinking about the origins of these 2 holidays. They are completely Americanized and commercialized. And never mind that many Jewish holidays have roots in agrarian harvest festivals and possibly even festivals of other (gasp!) cultures.
So all of this begs the question: what is more important: the origins of a holiday, or how it is currently celebrated? So now we know the true origins of Thanksgiving: the Puritans were trying to simplify the rituals of the Christian Church through fasting and redemption. Sounds more like Yom Kippur than Thanksgiving! But don't tell my son's school... G-d only know what they'll do next...
Sunday, November 18, 2007
If you are interested in listening, go to
and go to the episode called "Escape 2007"
Then you have 3 options:
1. You can listen to it right at your computer by going to the box on the upper left and click on the green letters that say "use our player" - that will allow you to listen to the podcast, but unfortunately I'm not until 27 minutes into it. Although you might want to listen to all of it, because it's very entertaining!
2. You can also go down the page where it says Download the MP3 and that will download the file onto your computer - that way, you can listen to it and fast forward to the 27 minute mark.
3. Or you can download it to your iPod via iTunes if you have an iPod and use iTunes.
If you don't know about Manic Mommies, it's a wonderful podcast by 2 moms who live right here in the suburbs of Boston, who talk about working full-time while raising kids, life, and everything else in between. It's a great show - they have fascinating interviews, and are usually just hysterical to listen to! Also, I've met them both, and they are sweethearts.
So if you have a chance, listen to my first "gig" on a podcast!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
I found this article is moderately interesting, somewhat annoying, and a tiny bit useful, but most of it doesn't apply to 95% of the women I know.
Turns out being a "power chick" - a woman with clout - takes more than just hard work and talent, says Geri Denterlein, who is one.
It takes smarts, strategy, and tunnel vision. It takes perfectly manicured nails, a BlackBerry, and a closetful of sleek business suits. It takes the right "power tools," which include - but are not limited to - languages, sports savvy, and an eagerness to talk about your work even when you’re not working.
Anyway... A sidebar to the article is something called "Tips from power chicks, or those who want to be one."
Let's take a look, shall we?
1. Be visible and prominent at annual social events, but don't limit yourself to charity balls. Attend smaller "in honor of" fund-raisers, too, because they're likely to have VIPs or sponsors worth meeting. Okay, this sounds like a nice idea, although this requires a) babysitters b) nice clothes c) lots of money as fundraisers usually cost at least $150 per ticket. But I'm sure these sorts of events are a lot of fun and a great way to make connections. If you have the babysitters, clothes, and money.
3. Read the newspapers every day, including the sports pages, and always follow the NCAA college basketball tournament. (It's a great icebreaker.) I do read the paper every day, but not the sports page because my husband won't relinquish it. Actually I no longer need to read about sports because my son will tell me everything that happens since all he does is watch ESPN and NESN. But that aside...what is the point here? That the only thing people (read: men)can talk about is sports?
4. If you don't have access to a personal fashion consultant, seek out a personal shopper at a department store. Fashion consultant?
5. In business situations, it's better not to greet someone with a kiss on the cheek. Okay, I'll buy that.
6. If you're a guest at a business lunch, don't over-order. I can count on one hand the times I've been taken out to lunch for business...and believe me, I don't over-order.
7. Be wary of talking about kids on work time. Now this is the one that really gets my goat, pardon the expression. Why the hell not? Does it imply that you have a life outside of work? That work associates (read: men) aren't interested in your family life? Does it make you look less powerful?
8. When your boss bestows a compliment, accept it graciously. Well, of course!
So I guess I'm not going to be a "power chick" anytime soon. I guess that's good, because I like to talk about my son at work, I don't have the time or the wardrobe to go to all those fund raisers, and no one ever invites me out to business lunches... But in case I'm ever interested in becoming one, I'll know what to do.
Friday, November 16, 2007
I just stole a post from BiPolarLawyerCook and it's called favorite junk foods. I can do that! Even in my current state!
- anything with avocado, especially guacamole
- potato chips with onion dip
- plain potato chips
- sour cream and onion potato chips
- barbecue-flavored potato chips (there is a definite theme here...)
- tortilla chips and salsa
- chocolate of almost any sort, including chocolate chips, Hersey's bars, fancy dark chocolate bars...
- hot fudge, especially on a hot fudge sundae
- chocolate mousse
Thursday, November 15, 2007
7 things about me you might not know
1. I've lived in the Boston area for all but 5 years of my life. I lived for 2 years in Florida, 2 years in Ohio, and 1 year in Pennsylvania. Other than that... it's been Massachusetts.
2. I love to cook. Chopping vegetables makes me strangely happy.
3. I cannot drink a glass of milk. Can't do it.
4. I'm pretty sure that I'm allergic to scallops. When I eat them, I usually get pretty sick to my stomach. I'm not going to try them again to test this hypothesis.
5. I love taking hot baths at night before bed. Helps me to relax.
6. I have been to France, Portugal, Israel, and Mexico, but no other foreign travel. I'd like to see more of the world.
7. I love, love, love my son, and at the same time, he drives me crazy. Go figure.
I guess now I have to tag some other people. Okay, I figured out how to do it. I'm going to tag:
sarcastic mom http://sarcasticmom.blogspot.com/
and jennifer http://nyjlm.blogspot.com/
good luck, everyone!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I opened up today's Boston Globe to read these scintillating few paragraphs:
Can you tell what they are describing? It's a baby at a staff meeting.
SOMERVILLE - One recent morning at the offices of Farm Aid, as managers sat around a long table and talked business, Shailagh Heneghan got cranky.She squirmed. She grumbled. She made sure everyone knew her displeasure. And so the staff did what they often do at Wednesday meetings: The associate director of the 22-year-old organization held Shailagh. Then the campaign director tucked her under his arm in the football hold. Finally, the operations director lifted Shailagh into her arms.
This article, strangely entitled Child care bridges two worlds: Employers open the door to on-the-job parenting, describes how some "lucky" moms get to bring their babies to work with them, and try to work with the baby there!
When Matusovich returned to Farm Aid's Somerville headquarters from her maternity leave earlier this year, she did not return alone. With the blessing of her bosses and the agreement of her 11 co-workers, she brought Shailagh, now 6 months old, to share her office. While the baby slept in her car seat or gazed at a black-and-white dangling mobile, Matusovich did her work, sending e-mails, talking on the phone, attending meetings.This, to me, sounds like hell on earth. I'm all for family-friendly policies, but bringing your baby to work for an extended period of time and trying to work with the baby there? Obviously, this mom has a very different baby from my son. He would stay quiet and happily playing for about...oh... 3 seconds at a time. How on earth would I have been able to work with him at my feet?
Farm Aid, the nonprofit organization dedicated to assisting family farmers, is joining a wave of employers experimenting with "parenting at work" policies that allow workers to bring their children, including infants, into the office. The practice blurs the line between office and home life, and is designed to help parents balance the delicate juggle of those two worlds.Now, to be fair, the article goes on to describe that this -- the baby in the office scenario -- is a very rare situation, and that most companies allow parents to bring their children in if they are ill, or if childcare falls through.
I agree with David Yas. Yes to David Yas!
David Yas, publisher of Massachusetts Lawyers Weekly and a new legal magazine, Exhibit A, was skeptical about parenting during work hours. Yas, a father of two sons, occasionally works from home but gets less done than at the office.
"The kid needs to eat. The kid needs to poop," he said. "It's a distraction. You won't be doing as much work as you normally do. There's a reason why there are day-care centers. There's a reason there are nannies."
It may be that some parents are able to work (at home) with kids at home, and some parents may be able to work (at the office) with kids at work. But in my mind, the whole reason I go to work is to get away from home, and to get away from my kid! A change of scenery! A place where I'm not just a food source or a plaything! A place where I'm respected as a thoughtful, intelligent human being!
Bringing baby to work may work for some, but for this mom: no way.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
But what's really strange about this year is that Chanukah starts on December 5th. That means that the first night of Chanukah is 3 weeks from tonight. Ack!
Every now and then, due to the strange intersection of the secular and Jewish calendars, Chanukah ends up really early (it has to do with the lunar calendar). This is one of those years. So we'll be celebrating Thanksgiving with my folks, and probably we'll have some early Chanukah gifts before they leave, and by the time Christmas comes, all those presents will be long forgotten.
Anyway, I guess it's time for the singing Chanukah candles!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Well, apparently she has met her goal ("lots and lots"). Today she was holding her fourth baby. Yes, folks, that's right, in the time that I managed to raise one child and complain about it a hell of a lot, she has managed to raise four. And she's not yet 40.
I'm.... speechless. Clearly, not my path, but also, clearly, it's hers.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
I was walking around the Christmas Tree Shops today, and while I often find it an odd experience ("don't you just love a bargain?") looking at all the cheap merchandise, today I actually felt fear. As I looked at the brightly colored items for sale (dishes, toys, decorative items), I couldn't help thinking: some of these items are made from toxic chemicals, and we're being sold them cheaply with no thought of our health. It wasn't a very fun trip shopping today.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
I got home, and my son and husband survived 24 hours together. They even -- apparently -- had some fun :-) They did decide to re-arrange some furniture, which has me a little pissed off...even though my husband says it is only temporary...we'll see...
Anyway, I'm bushed, so that's it for today...
Friday, November 09, 2007
Clearly, we are Boston sports fans...
So now my dilemma is how to pull the thing together. What would go with all those colors? I was thinking of blue denim in between the blocks. What do folks think???
I should give some of the back-story of this quilt. My son's room is still decorated in "baby" and he is 8! So as part of the idea of re-doing his room, I thought I'd make a quilt. And perhaps some curtains. So I started looking for material from each of the Boston teams... who knew it would be such a problem? Turns out that much of the cotton fabric for the teams has been discontinued because people were buying the fabric and then (gasp!) making things and re-selling them, which I guess you aren't supposed to do with licensed fabrics. Well...
So I had to go on eBay and pay pretty exorbitant prices for these fabrics, some of which aren't even made anymore! Don't even ask how much the Red Sox material cost. You wouldn't believe it!
So that's the story of the quilt. I'd love some feedback on what folks think I should do next.
In other news, soon I'm off to Newport for the Manic Mommies Escape! I'm very excited! More tomorrow.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Neuer (the visitor/suspect), 37, "was acting very weird," an employee said on the 911 tape. Apparently, there's a low bar for weirdness in Needham: Neuer repeatedly asked for a cab, changed into a suit in the restroom, and went to a CVS store next door without finishing his pizza. He also talked a lot into his cellphone.Well...yes, and no. There probably is a low bar for weird in Needham. But, on the other hand, folks were very afraid with a killer on the lose. Was he acting like a killer trying to escape town? Possibly. Did they over-react? Probably. And should the police have kept him in jail, in the cell next to the real suspect (as was also reported in the paper? Definitely not.
I still think the town acted prudently, and tried to keep folks as safe as possible. What else could they do?
Another interesting point from the editorial:
Of course, Needham police had to pursue every lead to find Moore's attacker. But was live television coverage of the manhunt necessary? If it is legitimate, should Boston residents expect the same when a homicide takes place on their city streets?I was thinking this myself. Why the live coverage for an hour and a half? Stuff like this happens EVERY DAY in inner-city Boston, and there isn't any live coverage. Unfortunately, there is a double standard. A white suburban town has a murder, and it's news. Inner-city Boston, whose residents are mostly of color, experience murder, and it's same old-same old. This is very sad.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I promise a better post tomorrow...
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
So I drove home, trying to tell if the car felt different ("no it doesn't," I kept telling myself -- "maybe it does!") until finally, about a mile from home, a man in a truck actually pulled up next to me and gestured that I should roll my window down. "Your rear tire is almost flat!" he said. That's when I really started to feel it, and by the time I pulled into the driveway, my right rear tire was absolutely flat, and the rim bent. And the hubcap was missing. Damn.
After some calls to my husband, AAA, my son's afterschool program, and a friend who handily lives near the site of my little escapade, I had everything pretty much covered: my husband left work early to pick up my son, AAA was coming to change my tire, my son's afterschool knew that his dad might be late picking him up, and my friend was going to try to find my hubcap. So it all worked out fine in the end, but I still feel kind of stupid. Why did I take that corner so sharply? And why didn't I stop to assess the damage after it happened? If I had, I could have found the hubcap myself, and if I realized that the tire was going flat, I might have not driven on it and ruined the rim. Oh, could-have, should-have. I need to just drop it. But it was kind of a lousy way to end the day.
Monday, November 05, 2007
"You mean: you get to be without the kids every other weekend?"
"No kids, every other weekend."
"Wow. Kind of sounds good, doesn't it?" commented one of the Mommies. And they all laughed about the "perks" of divorce.
Well, I'm not considering divorce, but I really like the idea of a weekend off every now and then. Why can't non-divorced parents arrange for something like this? Why is it that only the divorced that get to experience some alone time?
I know a few people who are divorced, and I have considered this issue before. In spite of all the tsores (that's "trouble" in Yiddish) and all the heartache, there is something to be said for some separation. I've heard of a couple that got divorced, and now the husband comes over for dinner every night to spend time with the kids, and they get along better than ever, but what they have now is: space. I've heard of a couple who got married, hated it, got divorced, one of them moved out into the house next door, and now they are happy as clams. Maybe marriage isn't all it's cracked up to be. Maybe the idea of having some space, some alone time, isn't so bad.
And the idea of a kid-free weekend is: heavenly.
The problem with weekends in my house is that we are both jockeying for alone time. My husband has errands he wants to do; I have things I want to do. It seems that all we do is fight about who gets to do what he/she WANTS to do and who gets time with the kid. If one of us was alone with Jordan, it would be clear whose responsibility he was. But with both of us at home, neither of us is satisfied.
There has got to be a solution that doesn't include divorce. Stay tuned.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Once in the car, I noticed Jordan hiding something. He had a candy, similar to the one in the store. "Did you steal that?" I asked. "No, I found it on the ground!" he replied. I should have known right there what was going on, but he's good. He'll be acting in Hollywood or on Broadway some day. Somehow, he convinced me that he had found the candy on the ground, and that he wouldn't think of stealing.
We drove home. I fixed him a snack.
In a few minutes, he came back. He informed me that he thought about it, and he wanted to tell the truth, and that he had taken the candy.
I stayed very very calm. "We have to go back to the store, and give the cashier the money for the candy." I knew this was the right thing to do. "Natural consequences," I could hear my friend Debbie's voice saying in my head.
Jordan tried to get out of it several different ways. Bargaining: can't we just buy another candy and sneak it back into the store? Fear: the cashier will be angry at me! They'll call the police! They'll arrest me! More bargaining: can we tell them that someone else took the candy and give them the money? That way I won't be embarrassed.
I stood firm. I stayed calm. I held my ground.
I was going to wait until the next day (it was already almost time for trick or treating) but Jordan didn't want to wait. He wanted to get it over with. I made him get some money from his wallet, and we headed back to the party store.
As we walked toward the store, he kept stopping. "I need a minute!" he said. He was really tormented. It was working great.
We walked into the store. The same clerk was at the cash register, a young guy, maybe 15 or 16. We walked up to him, and all I said was: "my son took a candy without paying for it, and we'd like to pay for it now." The clerk looked a little surprised but not terribly excited by the whole thing. He rang the candy up at the register. Turns out this whole thing was for 25 cents. After he took the money, he rallied, and said: "Thanks for being honest. Most people wouldn't come back and pay." We left the store.
Jordan was surprised that he hadn't been more angry. I was relieved that the whole thing was over. I'm fairly certain he won't be stealing again any time soon. I'm pretty proud of myself for how I handled the situation, but overall, I wish it hadn't happened at all.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Don't get me wrong. I love love love my 8-year-old son. He is a great kid. The problem is, he has a LOT of energy. During the week, this is channelled into school and after-school activities. But on the weekends, my husband and I bear the brunt of his never-ending energy.
For example: this morning, he awoke before 5 am. He usually rises at 6, but today it was 5. And he is not one to go back to sleep, or one to awake quietly. So my husband decided to take him downstairs (and let me sleep: thank you!), and my husband has been in a REALLY bad mood all day because he is lacking sleep....Jordan watched TV, ate, played, and by 8 am, was ready to go outside. It's raining, mind you. He played basketball. Ate some more. Watched some more TV. I tickled him for a while. We sang a song. The morning wore on....And so the day went by. Slowly. Painfully.
There are 2 problems with the weekend, as I see it. One, we don't usually have enough plans. And two, Jordan is not very good at entertaining himself. These 2 facts collide, and we have a real problem on our hands.
By the time Monday rolls around, I am SO glad to send Jordan off to school and to go to work myself. He does much better with structure in his day (and so do I). So I guess the moral of this post is: try to have a self-entertaining child. Plan lots of fun things to do on the weekend. And there is nothing like a weekend to make you appreciate work...
Friday, November 02, 2007
But today, it became exciting. The not-so-good kind.
It all started this afternoon. I was pitching balls to my son in the backyard, and there was all this helicopter noise overhead. It was really starting to bug me, and I went into the house.
There was a message on the phone. It was from the Needham Police. There had been a homicide in town, and the suspect was at large, and the schools were in lock-down. Keep your doors locked, they suggested, and call 911 if you see anything suspicious.
I called my son inside, and we turned on the TV. It was like the OJ Simpson car chase, only it was happening in OUR town! Take a look at this photo. That yellow sign is the pizza place we go to all the time. On the right is the CVS.
We were glued to the TV. My son was scared. It felt surreal to me. Apparently an elderly man had been killed in his home, and the police were searching for the killer. They decided to keep all the kids inside the schools for safety's sake.
So we watched all this being played out on TV. The helicopters were projecting images of the police searching for the killer. Police were in the woods, on the streets, guns drawn. Around 4 pm, they arrested a suspect, and the kids were allowed out of school.
And life went back to normal. Kind of.
I still feel safe here. I think of families living in inner-city Boston and other large cities that face violence like this every day, and I am grateful that I live in a relatively safe place. Violence like this is rare in our town, and even though things here aren't very exciting, we live in a safe place. It's ironic how my son worries about bad guys, because today, there was a REAL bad guy in our town. I hope it doesn't happen again for a long while.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
But today, as luck would have it, I read on another blog about something called NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). In this one, you only have to post every day to your blog...no word goal necessary! So maybe I'll try that instead...What I mean is, I'm trying that instead! Blogging every day for a month! Yes!