See You In the New Year
It’s not that I haven’t written. I’ve written a lot. In the last few months I’ve reread and rewritten approximately 250 pages. Then I’ve forward written just under 200 more … Continue reading
Elf on the Shelf Gets the Last Word
Something you might not know about me is that I’m not so into magical creatures. I mean, the Tooth Fairy forgot my kid last year (what a jerk, right?) and … Continue reading
Taking Down the Tree
What is the soundtrack for taking down the Christmas tree? Is it my mother, almost into February, during stolen moments when we were all at school or a daycare center, … Continue reading
Elf on the Shelf: A Re-Purposed Re-Poem
It’s the first day of December and what should appear? But Mr. Elf on the Shelf, the puppet so dear. He’s hiding in nooks, humping a small wooden lamb Frosty Bo … Continue reading
The Holiday Card (Als ich kann.)
So why haven’t I been writing, you ask. Well, besides the family in town, teaching a five-year-old boy to use a sewing machine, the new Barbie Dreamhouse that needs me … Continue reading
Santa is Real
We were sitting in an upstairs room at our favorite neighborhood eatery last week. It’s an old inn turned restaurant with sloped floors, tilting narrow steps and a rabbit’s warren of dark … Continue reading
Balls and Feathers
I’ve begun reading mama blogs and the whole awesome-mother-thing has gotten worse. You know, the “how can I be all that I can be” thing? How am I teaching my … Continue reading
Elf on the Shelf: A Poem
Twas the midnight before December and all through the house There I was tip-toeing, just like a big mouse, Looking in places you’d never go look For a cute little … Continue reading
The Song and My Father
I’ve been wanting to write something. I’ve been wanting to write two somethings, actually. One something begins like this. It finally happened. Today, driving in the minivan, I heard the … Continue reading
Thank You, Dr. Suess
I’m terrible at thank yous. I mean, I’m not bad at saying them. I say thank you all the time, like every time the waiter refills my glass of water … Continue reading
jen groeber: mama art 