Her philosophical turn of mind… (She is eight years old in this panel.)
This is the first time in many years that I’ve grown morning glories. This plant decided to weave itself into the ivy that covers my house.
Frances: How many people in the world do you think are crying right now?
Frances: Have you always been a mother? Me: No. Frances: Heh! That would make us twins, and I’d be the same age, right?
I have developed a habit over the last five years of reading poetry to my girls (especially during summer vacations) and I’m always excited when I’m reminded of a poem that I haven’t read to them. This morning, I read Invictus by William Ernest Henley to Frances: Out of the night that covers me, Black asContinue reading “Invictus”
There was a tense moment this evening at Frances’s end-of-year school concert. As a teacher on the stage was talking about a student who was graduating, she said, “Everybody loves him…” At this point, I winced because Frances is very literal, very honest, and cannot stand an untruth to be spoken — the perfect stormContinue reading “Figuratively speaking…”
Frances: Mum, look what I found. Me: What is it? Frances: It’s a dime. Me: Oh, where did you find it? Frances: The park. It’s a goldmine…