The things we teach

Say you lived in a household where delicious baked treats were often kept under a glass dome on a pretty plate on the dining table. Say you ate the last treat–maybe it was an iced cinnamon roll from a can, maybe a lovely fluffy homemade biscuit. Would you then place the glass dome back on…

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Friendships Worth Waiting For

The featured image is a note in a card given by one practical ten year old to another–the front image is an elephant walking a tightrope. I have some really dear tough-guy friends who indulge my demand for sweet-guy behavior. I won’t name them here in case they are embarrassed by what sweeties they are (such…

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Old Things in New Eyes

One of my favorite, favorite, favorite things is showing kids really campy cheesed out things. Some teenagers were hanging out at my place the other weekend, and I showed them several videos that astonished and perplexed them, including the one below. One of my all-time 100% favorites, it elicited a great deal of excited commentary…

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You should get over it already.

Who among us, when met by a resting, almost forgotten grief, doesn’t ask the questions: What is wrong with me? Shouldn’t I be over this by now?  Well of course you should be. In fact, bad things shouldn’t happen in the first place. To you or anyone. In fact, it should also never rain during the day…

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Sources of Light

This week, some incredibly cool and interesting people I’m glad to call friends were suddenly in town from California and we had the fortune of meeting for dinner. We talked about so many things–books and art and documentaries and geography and history. We talked a fair bit about the artist James Turrell, who they had…

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Why did you say that?

Before we get to the post, I have to tell you about some really, really fun things coming up: Friday, September 23rd at 7 pm, at Workhouse Arts Center, I’m hosting an open mic. There are some surprises in store. You should come and either a) perform something (anything) or b) cheer loudly and eat…

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Meeting Your Own Needs

The very worst part of mothering, if you ask me (which you did, by coming here to my website) is packing school lunches. “Wait, Seema,” you may be thinking. “Have you forgotten about childbirth and nursing all night and diapers and cleaning puke up from the carpet?” No, friends. I assure you, I have not…

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Conversation and Hippos

A few years before I read about Escobar’s hippos (I am not going to be the 36th person to tell you about Pablo Escobar’s hippos, but let’s agree: they are fascinating), I heard a story on NPR about the lost dream of American hippopotamus ranching. The story I heard attributed the plan’s failure to the inefficiency of the…

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What’s the song of your summer?

It’s the first week of school and the kids are pissed. And so am I. This was possibly one of the best summers I’ve had as a mother (and that is saying something). I had individual trips with each of my sons, lots of our friends visited, we spent time with family, went to really beautiful…

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