Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Posted by J at 2:04 PM
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Posted by J at 2:03 PM
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I miss my friend from Delaware, MD.
She gets the importance of the little
bits like no other. The unplanned moments
like playing on an excavator or catching
the train with your friend, or waiting
to pose for the family photo...those
are the bits that are most important.
Perhaps not the most photogenic, but
the most important for sure.
Certainly, it comes as no surprise to
those who love me that I secretly wish
to be that poised, coiffed, and impeccably
lipsticked MTV vixen or morning
newscaster, even a well-dressed speech-writer
will do. But it seems that the most
I can muster to care about is a shower
and deoderant on the best days because
the little bits keep coming at me quickly
and lovely and embedded in tantrums and
diapers and the dirt which is now just
outside my door (think rental
excavator and a well-meaning husband).
During one of our many late-night
"celebrations," I watched some
MTV with Baby G on my lap. The songs
are all about love. How much the
singer loves his woman, or how much
she'd love to love you better than
the other that you're with, or mostly,
how much the singer loves himself...
But none of these songs on the radio
or tv are really about the love a family
has for one another. How come Nelly
Furtado isn't singing about her little girl
and why wouldn't we buy that song?
Surely, there is a catchy beat that can
be set to mama love that isn't in tune
with Teletubbies...? Is it that mama
love isn't easy to package? Isn't slick
and lipsticked? I challenge songwriters
to write about the messy little bits that
get lost between the poses, because
sometimes those messy little bits turn
out to be just the bit that's sublime....
Bigger than us all.
Posted by J at 2:12 PM
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Posted by J at 11:40 PM
Posted by J at 12:18 PM