What I found remarkable about the daughter's poem is that it reveals her understanding of metaphor. An ominous rain cloud is a gray flower; personified, the rain cloud/gray flower darkens ("blackens", to match with "gray") the sky. And, to ensure there is no (bad case of) ambiguity about what's meant here, the next line speaks of the rain falling ( Read more... )

After trawling through your Facebook status updates and hearing your stories online and in real-time, I now realize that my promotion to the position of Senior Repository of Housewifely and/or Young Mommy Knowledge is long overdue. Rest assured that, once promoted, I will do my best to refrain from giving you unsolicited advice. Love,

 Today, I taught S. how to play [with?] jackstones.

Playing [with?] jackstones is harder than I remember. Score, one hour into the tournament: S: 0; Mama: 0.

I realize now that what little I know of math (the parts I found easy, i.e., 1-10 addition/subtraction, 2's and 5's multiplication/division) I learned from playing [with?] jackstones.

1. Humility ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about the subject of yesterday's rant. What was it, exactly, that made that party a fiasco--for I think it WAS a fiasco. And I am quite certain that it wasn't me being a cultural illiterate--WTWTA is one of my favorite books, I did get the cultural nods here and there that the organizers were doing. I just think those references ( Read more... )