CM had a fun slumber party with Lola and her sisters last weekend.


The next generation of sisters entertaining each other. They already make each other smile and laugh. VC can’t take her eyes off her ate (pronounced “ahhh-teh”, it’s tagalog for big sister).

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I am grateful for (in no order in particular)…

two beautiful healthy daughters
– an engaging, laughing, sleeping through the night, lashes down to her nose baby
– a smart, curious, creative, entertaining, independent, opinionated, stubborn, empathetic, loving little girl

the freedom to find work that is meaningful and the time to be with my family while I figure out what that is

proximity to extended family and friends – you’re all just a walk, drive, flight, call or email away

living where we know our neighbors and can walk to shops, food, parks and the river

my husband

the possibility of positive change in this country and this world

the internet…what would I do without it?!

relative financial security, especially now, at least for now

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.
-John F. Kennedy
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CM comes up with some mind boggling questions. I would be relieved if she would just ask why the sky is blue. Instead it’s “how do clouds make lightning”, “what are magnets made of”, “what makes the earth spin”.

And then there are the truly unanswerable ones…

Like, “Who made God?”
To which she came up with her own answer. With complete confidence, she told me that God made us and we made God. Why didn’t I think of that?

Today at lunch she told me that when she wants to feel peaceful, she prays. Wow. I asked if she meant that she talks to God. She said yes, but not for real, just in her imagination because God isn’t really there. I said nothing. She continued, “because God is dead.” More silence from me. “Because they killed him” she finished with eyebrows raised and a question mark in her voice. I realized she was talking about Jesus because a few days earlier she asked me why “they” killed Jesus. Oh, my. I’m embarassed to recount my clumsy reply.

As I waiver, struggle and strive to understand my own faith and religion, I feel completely incompetent to provide my daughter with answers. Part of me wants to reassure her with confident explanations. But I can not tell her what I do not know. Maybe she’ll figure it out and explain it all to me someday. In the meantime, I’m happy that she has both skeptics and “saints” in her life to help her sort it out.

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