day 168: wakanda forever

The Halloween of 2018, which represented freedom and new beginnings to us in so many ways, I remember our neighborhood being overrun with tiny Black Panthers and Dora Milaje. Our friends’ baby was six weeks old and even he was Black Panther. Béla offered to change his costume to Killmonger so the baby would feel…

day 167

Latin. Pod time. Dishes. Thank-you notes. Comfort-rereading. “I want to make this better.” I never dreamed that communication could be so open, honest, and wonderful between children and their parent. My son and daughter have shown me otherwise. It literally feels like a coronation. It is so heavy and so humbling. It is the biggest…

day 166: the multitalented béla

Béla yelled up this morning to Claude, asking if she’d like a 김치전 (kimchi pancake). I think the grilled pineapple was a nice touch — and a bit of an olive branch, since he slammed her bedroom door last night and knocked down her door-mounted mirror, breaking it. (He quietly handed Tuck twenty dollars for…

day 165: a little bit of everything

A little sanding, a little Riddley Walker, a little oxtails and pasta (or, if you were Béla, chicken with pineapple and cashews). A little knitting, a little drawing, a little Shameless, a little fawning over the cat. A socially-distanced walk with a friend. This is just one reason it’s so great that their close friends…

164: calling on that village

I’d forgotten how many false starts it took at times to start a knitting project (but Béla’s sweater is now officially on the needles; last night, it was a two-time false start.) And someone else was up very late, although she swore she was “savoring” “The Song of Achilles”. (I was not invited to the…

day 163: quiet sunday

Quiet because this showed up in the door: Claudia did a “yoink” and probably read for five hours, with the cat at her feet, looking out into the vines between our house and Nello’s. The yarn for Béla’s sweater came so I got to work on that, and to chat with my cousin. I’d feel…

day 162: fresh-squeezed compromise

This morning Claudia woke up and came and asked Tuck and me what our plans were for the day. I asked “Is there anything you’d like to see happen today?” Her eyes just lit up. She had to go to the bathroom first before she could tell us everything. First, she had some art-related goals…

day 161

Today was the last full day of OTC. They will be having an after school program that we will try, as long as we are accomplishing everything else we need to. Claudia’s Halloween costume got some R&D today. It’s got some real challenges. Béla did an electronics project using both LED and incandescent bulbs. He…

day 160, which i was too busy to post yesterday.

But hey! Today the University of Pennsylvania Classics department started following us on Instagram, after we told them about Claudia’s exploits! Professor Emily Wilson has endowed Penn with a Classics scholarship to encourage diversity in the field; I read about it as we were listening to a livestream of Wilson’s translation of The Odyssey at…

day 159: new opportunities abound (but first a PSA)

Glad to see this being taken more seriously. Once you see it being done wrong, it’s really gross; performative and manipulative. And for the kids that have experienced it or seen it happen — they don’t like it, and they don’t forget. Time for me to print out some August/September calendar pages — the days…

day 158

Oh, if this is a preview of how the school year is going to go — This big jump in independence and initiating one’s own activities without having everything suggested/planned — Wow. I could get used to it. Today they got onto the camp activities they wanted, did Latin or music lessons, and Béla learned…