Just before Thanksgiving, JT finally agreed to read the first book in the Harry Potter series. I'd been urging this idea on him for years and he resisted, explaining to me, "I've already seen the movies." But once he got started on the series, he was like a junkie, eagerly turning page after page, recapping the most exciting elements of the books, announcing that the movies weren't nearly as good, and negotiating for a just a few more minutes of reading at every bedtime. He was a pretty good reader before, but this development has been remarkable for the passion and excitement it's engendered. I know that I'm hardly the first parent to remark on the power of the Harry Potter books but, wow, I really had no idea. It's truly remarkable. He's reading book five right now and expects to finish before the night is over. Book six is at the ready on his nightstand, prepared to absorb him with the magic of it all.
Each day with Donald Trump in power is a day we are losing what’s left of our better selves. I am embarrassed and ashamed of my nation and look for hope in resistance. I like to read (I just finished Ta-Nehesi Coates’ Between The World and Me), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… lobster bisque, eyebrow-shaping gel, NPR, tulips, Spring lists, flower prints, bunnies, paper crafts, Easter eggs, homemade waffles, family traditions, sunlight, flower seed packets, shoots of green in chilly Spring soil, pink cardigans, chirping birds, hair ties, Spring Break plans, sunlight, sleeping in, and time for a sweaty workout.