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Considering That I’m Still Finding Sand Everywhere, Yes

So much has happened this summer, and at the same time…so much hasn’t happened. I had a list a mile long of everything I wanted to to do with the kids the past 10 weeks or so: trips to the lake. Hiking the Appalachian Trail. I vowed that we’d spend so many days at the pool the kids would actually become bored with it. And then, as it usually does, summer happened. We did, though, we did, go to the pool. No hikes, though. And no lake trips, even though we have three within forty-five minutes of us. Can’t explain that one. But we went to the beach and touched dolphins and we rode on an airplane. The kids drew and played and drew some more and hardly ever, ever, watched an electronic device. They stayed up late and slept in and rode roller coasters and saw sharks and ate raw oysters and ran in the rain. They played in sand and jumped waves and ate funnel cake still hot from the fryer. They decided that they want to live in Florida, but only if they can stay close to Winter…

The Bankruptcy Never Bothered Me Anyway

The girls are not into Frozen, in the way other children are into Frozen, with the wigs and the princess dresses and the Elsa-screenprinted t-shirts. They are into Frozen in that they ask me to play the CD when we’re in the car, and sing all the songs at the very top of their lungs while I’m trying to make dinner and hold on to the day’s last shred of patience. They sort of just…like the music. And maybe Elsa’s hair. (“Let the storm rage AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”) So, Disney on Ice: Frozen came to town, and like a billion other gullible (I mean, loving) parents in the tri-state area, I got tickets. At the last minute, of course, because seriously, do you not know me by now? Two hundred dollars later, we were settled into our seats right up at the very tip-top of the arena, with choice views of the Stonyfield Yogurt ads on the top of the set. The bathroom was approximately thirty miles away, because Disney had sealed off half of the place (i.e., where we were sitting) for the show…

Couldn’t Say It Any Better

I’m in the midst of revisions for All the Difference (the book! the book! I’ve gone crazy and wrote a book!). I have about three more weeks until I’m due to deliver the manuscript to my editor, and just discovered that the changes I made aren’t as big as the changes I need to make, and oh my gosh, I have to get a move on. So I baked some cookies. No, I’m just kidding. I’ve been working like crazy, early in the morning and right after breakfast and whenever the kids who aren’t in school are playing quietly enough that I can concentrate and not feel guilty about neglecting tiny people. I bake the cookies while Saoirse’s doing her homework before dinner. Honest. What I’m really trying to say is that PANIC HAS SET IN. Overall, though, I’m feeling pretty good, other than the underlying current of that panic that’s continually coursing through my coffee-addled veins. Other than that. The big girls are settling into their school schedules, and I am thrilled to be in a…