The world of two is a world where you ask, and no one listens.
Start appreciating what you have. Start right now.
The ugly I began with and had been transformed into a beautiful sense of understanding.
My parents never deviated from their ritual of making chai every morning. The dedication to this routine offered a connection that I didn’t understand as a young girl.
Everything in me wanted to say, “Not today,” instead I said, “Okay. Let's do this.”
Bravery was not my mother's strongest suit.
It turns out playing chess is like riding a bike (or it was after I remembered that it’s called a “knight,” not a “horse.”) After about 45 minutes, I had Lucas’s king trapped.
I know that she’s growing up, and I have to accept that growing up means more than just aging and celebrating birthdays.
While we’d had her over for playdates and birthday parties, we’d never ventured into the larger commitment known as The Sleepover—mostly because it was intimidating to be the adult in charge of someone who could die if I wasn’t paying attention.
I work at a university. For my day job, that is. So I spend lots of time around undergraduates. When I first started working on campus I commented to my boss that that day must have been the day of tours for middle school students.