June is doing its usual thing, and by "usual thing" I mean, "careening past me at an insane speed that should get it stopped by a state patrolman immediately and, possibly, it should even do some jail time."
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We love our local arts center and last month Ramona got to sing at an arts center fundraiser. Her voice teacher is a dear friend of mine (and an amazing singer) and she had several of her students sing that night, which was lovely. Ramona sang
"Stars and the Moon" (which I had never heard until her recital last month and now I'm obsessed with it. Beautiful song.)
When I started this blog, Ramona was three years old, and my reports on her went something like this:
from
April, 2006, age 3:
She wanted a brownie last night. It was fine with me, and I started to cut one for her. She looked at the pan and an anguished look overtook her face. She threw herself down on the floor with a groan.
"What's the matter? I thought you wanted a brownie!"
"I do-o-o-o," she whined from her pitiful spot on the floor. "But I was assuming they were frosted."
... and now she's singing about the men in her life. Well, okay, not actually in
her life -- men in the life of the character singing "Stars and the Moon," but you know what I mean. Times have changed. The kid quotes are different these days. They still sometimes make it to Twitter or Instagram (because she's one of the funniest people I know and she can wickedly snark with the best of them), but I mostly try to respect her privacy. But some things never change. I posted
this in January of 2006, and it's still true:
"Mommy, you'd be very sad without my fwiendship."
~~ Ramona, age 3
(Does she know she's providing me with material on a daily basis?)
Here's a recent, 16-yr.-old Ramona story:
Her: Mom, remember when we first watched Mary Poppins? When there was the run on the bank, I said I didn't know what that was, so we stopped the movie and for 15 minutes, you explained it to me, and we talked about the Great Depression, and then we finished watching the movie together. And that, in a nutshell, is my childhood.
Me: Oh! I'm sorry! Did I ruin the movie for you?
Her: No! I loved it. I meant that in a good way!
Indeed, I would be very sad without my daughters' friendship.
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Recent reading:
Oh, so many good books! They need their own post. I've read about 30 books so far this year, but when did I last blog about them? Where shall I start? Oh, dear, this is anguish on the level of a three-year-old who was assuming she'd get a frosted brownie.
I'll start with a list of what I read in May, and thus far in June:
Crossing to Safety, by Wallace Stegner (Beautiful.)
The Silent Patient, by Alex Michaelides (Not what I expected, had hoped for something...different.)
Macy McMillan and the Rainbow Goddess, by Shari Green (Lovely.)
Harry's Trees, by Jon Cohen (Also lovely.)
Introverted Mom, by Jamie Martin (Spot on and a fun read.)
The River, by Peter Heller (Kind of a gut-wrench, but in a beautiful way.)
The Plant Paradox, by Steven Gundry (Interesting. My family gets frightened, though, when I read a new book about food. They wonder what I'll be doing to our diet next.)
I have not been doing justice to books here on the blog. I must remedy that.
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I'm teaching two classes for Brave Writer in the fall, and registration is already open. I'll be teaching The Writer's Jungle Online in September and Middle School Writing Projects (which is already filling up fast) in October. You can check out all the Brave Writer offerings
here.
