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We have to record it for posterity, even if we face the usual problem of dim interior lighting. Erin  

On our walk through the parks today, I met the guard at the gate with “I am watching the clock!”  He warned me that they will be moving up the gate-locking time again tomorrow.  It’s now dark at 6pm, and … Continue reading →

I’ve been working my way through Du Bois’s The Souls of Black Folk for a project proposal.  Du Bois articulates so many problems of current American culture that I have a hard time remembering that it was written in 1903!

The kids love jumping on our air mattress, but today they used it for a different kind of play.  Katherine ordered Nathaniel: “Sleep, sleep, ‘thaniel.”  He obediently lay down on his stomach, and she tucked his blanket around him, handed … Continue reading →

In this past week I’ve had three interesting Iowa encounters, all without leaving Oxford. For the first one, our former housemate, Christi, of Ithaca, drove through Iowa in her mammoth road trip across the country.  She goes on record as … Continue reading →

Erin

In the past couple of weeks, we’ve been spending less time at the parks and more at home.  As someone who was ready to stake her parenting identity on the motto”Outside Whenever Possible!” I’ve been wondering how and why this … Continue reading →

I’m back from the conference and, though we’re all very tired, things went well.  For the last three days I’ve been catching an early-morning bus into London, walking half an hour across town to the University of College London, and … Continue reading →

Well, it’s Wednesday night.  In the past couple of weeks I have put together a paper for the conference I’ll be attending tomorrow, and we’ve somehow all managed to get through it without serious meltdowns, fights, financial distress, or crippling … Continue reading →

Katherine and Nathaniel are currently in their second round of we-just-started-nursery-and-whoah-new-germs colds, so our house currently has lots of naps, occasional whiny duets as the kids battle for my lap, and parents who don’t know whether to laugh or cry … Continue reading →