Writing the good read
I saw the movie Babies today. It’s a lovely film that looks at the first year or so of life of four babies, one born in Mongolia, one in Namibia, one in Japan, and one in San Francisco. That movie taught me a few things. Some may seem obvious, particularly to someone who has been…
Some days, I don’t know how to be a good parent. I have a nearly 13-year-old boy, on the verge of puberty, who already has surges of testosterone that make him difficult and mouthy and mean in a way that my sweet boy of yore never was before. And this boy is autistic. He has…
I like good writing. When I called this blog, Eat, Read and Be Harried, I figured I’d be writing mostly about books. When I think of the boxes into which I can put myself, reader is way up near the top of the list, somewhere after the mom box and before the baseball fan box….
You know the ad with the guy who screams about the great deals? It sucks. And it’s no better now that you’ve added that actor Joey Slotnick. It still sucks. So take it off the air, fire the ad agency, and do something different. Okay? Thanks. Lisa *And that crazily bad advertising agency you’re using.
Jamie Moyer, the 47-year old starting pitcher for the Philadelphia Phillies, has long been a favorite player of mine. He’s a gentleman, a philanthropist, and an active parent in the lives of his seven children. In his many years with the Seattle Mariners, I never saw him lose his cool. He was respected by umpires,…
As you get ready to put Supreme Court Nominee Kagan through her paces, can we concentrate on questions of substance and stay away from the fact that she’s short, drinks beer and is a former smoker? Yes, Thurgood Marshall called her Shorty (about an inch shorter than the average woman of her generation), but that’s…
Much as I would like my faithful readers — what are there, five of you now? — to stick with my words and only my words, I have to admit that there are some other great blogs out there. Today, day 10 of the Third Annual Wordcount Blogathon, all of the participants are recommending some…
I know there are moms who’d rather die than spend Mother’s Day at a ball park, but I’ve been a baseball girl since — well probably before I was born. I wrote a little about it once for Seattle Metropolitan magazine, although that piece is more about my dad’s love of the game than mine….
I think, therefore I am, said Descartes I think, am I? The thoughts of others can be defining: She loves, therefore she is Mommy She is with me, therefore she is Wife She eats, therefore she is fat; her chrome doesn’t shine, therefore she is lazy; she won’t buy a lamp, therefore she is obstinate…
Once upon a time, back in the old country, there was a woman named Leah. She was the Rebbetzin — the Rabbi’s wife.She was the envy of the other women in the village: she had a girl who came in every day to help; real silver candlesticks for Shabbat; she had pretty clothes; her children…