Friday, October 27, 2006


My husband and I had this long discussion on the way home the other day about Fenty and if he'll really be any different/better than Williams. Until we had this discussion I fancied myself a Fenty supporter, but in the midst of our discussion I saw my support slowly drift out of the car window.

Don't get me wrong Fenty was clearly the default choice and I think a bright guy but his recent decisions are making me very nervous. Let's review a few of his decisions since he won the primary...Hired away the best guy Metro's ever seen, vowed to dismiss our current police chief within the next year and pull power from our school board. Now, there is nothing wrong with hitting the down running and certainly living up to your campaign promises is admirable, but Fenty seems to be doing a lot of dismantling (all before the general election, I'll note) I hope his vision is clear. Did I mentioned I'm worried.

As I so eloquently argued to my husband...Of course our people east of the White House and River want better schools and Pre-K for their kids. But more importantly they want their children to go to school without the threat of gun violence. That said, hearing that Fenty wants to axe our current police chief one week and another week he's in NYC to figure out how to back pocket our school board has me worried. Now, I'm not saying our chief is the best, or that our school system does not need a major overall, but I'm worried. The message he's sending surely favors the uptown folks and that's beginning to seem very familiar.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Happy Birthday Son!

Today my son, Sean Ben, turned 3! You know the first thing we did was measure him! Even before he woke this morning we measured him; he's 39 inches. It's official we are height obsessed. I never thought we were but clearly wrestling him out of a dead sleep to get the number just right proves it. Makes you wonder right, and NO I'm not 5 feet tall. Actually, I'm above average height at almost 6 feet and husband is just over 6 feet. My dad and most of my family is tall and husband's family is fairly tall too, so I'm not sure how this obsession came about. Sean Ben was 21 inches long when he was born, I can't remember the time or the weight and on some days the exact date escapes me but, I always remember 21 inches, yep, it's offical I'm height obsessed.

I love you son, Happy Birthday!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Small steps

OK, so I vowed to post more often. I'm recommitting. It's funny I can have great self-discipline, sometimes. These times are few and far between, but when I'm on, I'm on.

So here we go yet again, this time I'm only going to commit to updating once a week. Small steps. I read quite a few blogs and I've found so many smart, cool women that have interesting, funny and thoughtful things in their lives to share and they do it well. I hope to join their ranks one day. Small steps.

I have a lot to say about the whole Duke Lacrosse thing, but it is hard to be smart and thoughtful at midnight on a workday with a two year old staring at you begging for more Easter candy. Small steps...Maybe I'll find the time to be smart and thoughtful later in the week.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Did I mention I quilt?

Yes, I call myself a quilter. I have the patience and talent for it. A gift from my ancestors, Aunt Helen, Aunt Olga and Grandma Esther. Of course, I'm sure I've benefited from my mom; the well known artist, fine arts professor, gallery owner and curator. As a matter of fact, most people assume my talent is from her. I never call my quilting art, I guess it's because I've been around artists all my life and never considered anything I've created art on any level.

I appreciate quilting, all fiber arts for that matter, I just don't consider my quilts art. I love making quilts people love and enjoy, be it on their bed or on their wall.

However, this week my quilt guild Uhuru Quilters is hosting a workshop and I can't make heads or tails of the preparation instructions. I've whined about this to anyone who'll listen, of course not to members of my guild (except one, who probably knows by now I'm an idiot) and I'm totally frustrated with myself, a common state of mind for me. Anyway, since the meeting is about twelve hours away I've decided to go downstairs, hack up this fabric, throw it in a bag and act like I have some idea what's happening tomorrow at our workshop. Don't worry; I'll detail the whole hellish experience tomorrow.

Thursday, February 16, 2006


OK, it's been months since I've posted and I'm ashamed of myself. To think my last several posts have been about being a better blogger.

We'll it is a new year and I'm gonna try this again. One day at a time. My cousin asked me last night "What is a blog?" "I know the definition, but what exactly is a blog?"

Well cousin, this is a blog, a sad blog, but nonetheless a blog. Soon to be a better blog.
I've got a lot to say, really. Until tomorrow, I will post again tomorrow, I will post again tomorrow, I will post again tomorrow...