A Curated Home: Purging of Things

In an effort to create a home with "fewer but better things", Cate recently sold a guitar that was taking up space as decoration:...more
 @AlysonMiller-Greenfield That's a great story! more

A Curated Home: Purging of Things

In an effort to create a home with "fewer but better things", Cate recently sold a guitar that was taking up space as decoration:...more
 @motherofnine9 I agree! When I was a teenager, my mom had a yard sale. We ended up selling my ... more

OMG! I'm Going to Be a Grandmother and I Hate Gender Marketing

When I hijacked TW and told her we were going to Toys R Us for inspiration for my blog post about all of the baby gear parents have nowadays, she heckled. Inspiration at the toy store? Impossible. We'd just be frustrated and grouchy! Which is generally true, but I was prepared for all of the things that generally bug me about toy stores. ...more
 @Denise I think a blue elephant one sounds cute (and I often see elephants in blue for infants ... more

OMG! I'm Going to Be a Grandmother and I Hate Gender Marketing

When I hijacked TW and told her we were going to Toys R Us for inspiration for my blog post about all of the baby gear parents have nowadays, she heckled. Inspiration at the toy store? Impossible. We'd just be frustrated and grouchy! Which is generally true, but I was prepared for all of the things that generally bug me about toy stores. ...more
This drives me nuts, too. Other egregious examples: block shape sorters (the "girl" versions ... more

Love, Colin and Other Drugs

One of the things that I found the hardest to read in Claire Bidwell Smith's The Rules of Inheritance was not her mother's death. Or her father's death. Don't get me wrong, it was difficult to read about their deaths. It was also difficult to read about her addiction to alcohol. But it was her relationship with Colin that I really found the most difficult -- her beautiful, flawed relationship. I wanted her leave but I understood why she stayed. We don't always love things that are good for us. ...more
Love this post, first of all. I felt the same way about Claire's relationship with Colin. I ... more

Then and Now

Claire Bidwell Smith's memoir The Rules of Inheritance isn't just about grief. It's also about knowing yourself -- knowing who you were, who you are and who you might become. Sometimes the person we were simply can't fathom the person we have become. ...more
In a word: YES. I met my husband at 17 and we were engaged three days before my 18th birthday. ... more

Should You Stay? Or Should You Go?

There were a number of times in Claire Bidwell Smith's memoir, The Rules of Inheritance, where she was faced with a seemingly easy decision -- should she stay? Or should she go? It's a decision we all face at some point and we all know that though the question is simple on the surface, deciding what to do is rarely simple. ...more
I definitely found myself frustrated with Claire when she stayed with Colin long after she (and ... more

This Is Part of Our Narrative

At times during her memoir, The Rules of Inheritance, Claire Bidwell Smith tells herself, and us, that a moment is part of her narrative. When it's something that she wants to remember, when it's something that she wants to feel, she marks it for remembrance. While I don't think it's anything that I've consciously thought of in that exact way, I knew exactly what she meant when she said it....more
While I did NOT enjoy this book, I did appreciate Smith's attitude toward her "narrative." For ... more

Two Stories of Little Girl Lost

On a warm June day in Paris, in a little park adjacent to the Musée de L’Orangerie, I started to cry. There was a little girl nearby, with dark curly hair and white shoes, and a pale pink hat with a wide brim. Her parents sat on a bench watching her as she toddled away into the grass, looking back at them every few moments to make sure they were still there. She was a stark reminder of the little girl I never had a chance to raise, whose chaotic flutters inside my 13-year-old belly were the beginning and end of our communication....more
Alex actually wasn't a member of my family. more

Two Stories of Little Girl Lost

On a warm June day in Paris, in a little park adjacent to the Musée de L’Orangerie, I started to cry. There was a little girl nearby, with dark curly hair and white shoes, and a pale pink hat with a wide brim. Her parents sat on a bench watching her as she toddled away into the grass, looking back at them every few moments to make sure they were still there. She was a stark reminder of the little girl I never had a chance to raise, whose chaotic flutters inside my 13-year-old belly were the beginning and end of our communication....more
Alex wasn't a member of my family. more