Category: Vincent
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No silver bullets, if you please.
When Vincent has been denied something he dearly wants and feels he clearly must have (such as a broom to chase to chase the cat with, or a fresh bar of soap to gnaw on, to name the two most recent catalysts), like most toddlers, he has a tantrum. As he is my first child,…
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“Good job, Mommy!”
My life day to day was lived through ordinary actions and powerful emotions. But the more ordinary, actual, the more intense the day I lived. The more I lifted a child, conscious of nothing but the sweetness of a child’s skin, or the light behind an apple tree, or rain on slates, the more language…
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Luck of the Little.
…barely a scrape! Can you even see it? Being a parent means unrelenting barely suppressed panic, a latent cancer ready to metastasize at the least provocation. Because awful things happen, all the time. Most of us, as much as we fear it, will never have our kid snatched. Nope, the prosaic is the real danger.…
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“I Want to be Careful.”
That’s what Vincent says when he’s about to do something unadvisable. I should’ve remembered that: sometimes what you get is the exact opposite of what you wished for. I said, I could use a break from my child. Instead, my poor boy has come down with another nasty flu bug, and I’ve been home with…
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Home again, home again, jiggity-jig!
All in all, a nice break from work, but I could really use a break from my child. Especially between the hours of 7 and 10pm. We’re in the process of moving from the 3rd floor to a larger apartment on the 2nd floor, hooray!, but the resulting chaos is wreaking havoc on my mental…
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And we’re having…[Warning: Baby Spoiler Ahead]
Vincent looks mostly like his dad, except for around his eyes. This baby seems to have my profile, poor dear. You might scoff, but you actually can tell quite a lot from an ultrasound. The ultrasound went much swifter than I expected — when I was pregnant with Vincent I remember it taking upwards of…
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Proof of Our Active Active Lives:
Last weekend was incredibly full: fun and hijinks with Galway Kinnell and Cinnamon the Horse within days of each other! Can you see how frighteningly fearless Vincent is and why I lay awake at night? The pictures below are of the Collected Poets Series reading with Galway. Directly below, his grandchildren perform with him. Then,…
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Big Boat ride in a hole in the ground…
The first time I watched “On the Town,” I thought what they were singing in the big “New York, New York” number was “A big boat ride in a hole in the ground.” Yes, never mind that it makes no sense, I figured it out a good long time later (for the uninitiated, as unimaginable…
Marie Gauthier 