Five days later and I still can't think about Friday without emotion. It was a long day of ceremony, starting at 8 in the morning with a whole-school awards ceremony followed by Senior Class Day, where my resolve not to cry began to unstitch the moment I heard the first notes of music in the… Continue reading Graduation 2017
They assembled on the green on Thetford Hill for a group photo on Sunday evening in blue and white robes (according to their taste), then went into the church two by two. The program of events had Hyla giving her speech right after the processional, so up she went and hushed the crowd with her… Continue reading Baccalaureate 2017
Snow day. Or ice day. The sky was raining frozen pellets at 6 this morning and school called to say stay home. This is H's last semester of high school. This time next year she'll be watching snow fall outside her college dorm window and deciding for herself if it's safe to hike across campus… Continue reading One for the pocket
Wake up at 2.30 am. Again. Flip the pillow to the cool side. Fall asleep. Again. Dream you're in a long, dark room (a bar?) that's crowded with people wearing grey overcoats. Through the knot of grey, see Seamus Heaney (not in grey). Poke the shoulder of the person next to you and point out… Continue reading Thursday November To Do list with Seamus Heaney
<parental crowing begins> H is Thetford Academy's Student of the Month for February 2016? You bet she is! And oh! Her teachers wrote the kindest, most spot-on things about her. But I don't mean to gloat. That's H's responsibility (though she never ever would, which is another amazing thing about her). I'll just sit here… Continue reading What’s that you say?
I (like many of you, I suspect) was raised as what is now called a "free-range child" (though that term would have made no sense at all to my parents... evoking some image of the wild west, children galloping like mustangs over the plains...). We had no curfews, no accountability, certainly no cell phones. As… Continue reading Haunting
Not entirely by plan, but this summer became our summer of concerts: The Weepies, Idina Menzel, Neil Young, and The Decemberists, the last of which found us at the end of July on a lush green lawn on the grounds of Shelburne Museum. There's something thrilling about hearing live music outdoors on a summer evening.… Continue reading Sweet as honeydew