So, here’s where my mind is this week: The teensy, tinesy, wonderfully beachtacular part of Cape Cod where I spent magical summers as a kiddo. Also as a highschooler- one with a penchant for swim team-style bathing suits, despite the fact that even my veryverybest swimming efforts make me look like a howler monkey with a leg cramp. I also spent these summers wearing bucket hats. And soccer shorts that even a fully grown man would deem too baggy. Why did {Read More}
I Practically Work As A U.N. Translator.
March 22, 2012 By 1 Comment
I had my first honest-to-gosh Spanish conversation the other night. (My first, that is, since 11th grade. And that one was mainly about the seasons and whether or not Gil had been to the greengrocer.) Our neighbor from two houses down (for those keeping track, not the 300lb autistic boy and not the irate Filipino) walked by the other evening with her 3 year-old. A little girl named Suzy. Her Suzy waved at us from the street. My Suzy almost unhinged her {Read More}
Mrs. Innes Thinks I’m Special- (my pencil says so.)
February 24, 2011 By 11 Comments
The blog is up mighty early today, I realize. There are few people in this world for whom I would early-blog. (Actually, it’s a pretty vast category, but as it’s a rather benign request I’d be more inclined to say no. And depending on the hour in which you asked me, it might not be as pleasant as all that. But why are we arguing so early?) My point is, my darling pal Lori- ahem, Mrs. Innes- asked if she {Read More}
