My Father and My Daughter: Their Day

Mamacita says:  Father’s Day and my daughter’s birthday are always within a few days of each other, and this year, they’re on the same day. That is because calendars are alive and love to mess with us, and because those … Continue reading

The Timeline in my Head: Where, you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.

Mamacita says: My children, of whom I often speak on this blog, aren’t really children any more. I know this perfectly well, but sometimes when I write of them – the cute things they’ve done, etc. – I tend to … Continue reading

Our Children Deserve a Magical Childhood

Mamacita says:  James and Lily Potter weren’t the only parents who knew about magic, you know. I love to imagine Christmas at the Burrow, also; Molly and Arthur Weasley, poor as they were, must have given their large family a … Continue reading

My Mother’s Hands

Mamacita says:  My mother hasn’t been feeling very well this week, so I’ve gone over there every night after school to bring her some food, do a few little chores, and make sure she’s still there.  If you know what … Continue reading

Dick Clark and Our Sofa

Mamacita says:  Dick Clark has died. This will make little difference to most of you, save that your New Year’s Eve will be hosted by someone else now. But to me, this is another one of so many things, lately, … Continue reading

That Time Machine At Your Fingertips. . . .

Mamacita says: I’ve always liked this quotation. I also believe it is absolutely true. I think about it whenever I’m feeling particularly cowardly. It helps me overcome it. Words help me overcome it. I’ve always stood in awe before the … Continue reading