After every tragic – and preventable – mass shooting, the offering of “thoughts and prayers” via Twitter and other social media platforms has become customary. Following swiftly behind is the derision of these offered “thoughts and prayers.” While I tend to agree with the perspective that many of those offering these thoughts and prayers – particularly GOP officials and supporters – are dangerously hypocritical, I have also felt torn by the shredding of “thoughts and prayers” as political rhetoric with no inherent power or value. Continue reading “A Word on Thoughts and Prayers”
Every year, we go in search of the best local pumpkin patches. Two years ago we went to Pastorino Farms in Half Moon Bay and Webb Ranch in Portola Valley. Last year, we went to Moore’s Pumpkin Patch in Dublin.
This year, we trekked down to Spina Farms Pumpkin Patch in San Jose. Far…near Coyote Valley. It was perfect. Not too commercial, not too much traffic (although I started working at 6 am so I we could leave in the early afternoon on a weekday), pumpkins laid out beautifully, an interactive learning center, a mini-hay bale maze, giant orange chairs, a sunflower field and of course, rides! Namely, a train, a hay-ride, and a barrel train ride. And this doesn’t even include the petting zoo or pony rides, which are weekend-only attractions. Continue reading “Pumpkins, Hay Rides and Sunflower Fields”
There is a special place in my heart for Filoli. When I was on (my insanely short) maternity leave with Carter, I purchased a season pass and went to stroll the ground with him every week. I loved watching the gardens changed with the seasons, the almost unworldly beauty of the grounds, the peace I felt when I was there. It was a perfect place to bond with my first baby.
This fall, my cousins invited us to Filoli for their Fall festival. The festival itself was just a stack of hay bales, and a couple craft tables, but the gardens were beautiful and we had a lovely time. Continue reading “Adventures in Filoli”
I got it into my head that I wanted to take Carter to Legoland this year. It just seemed like the perfect age since his Lego obsession is in full swing, and his enthusiasm is still so unbridled and joyous. We were able to make a trip to San Diego thanks to our Southwest companion pass (I love that thing!) and the hospitality of my beloved aunt and uncle.
Pretty sure they immediately second guessed their invitation to stay when, at dinner on our first night, Aila had such a massive pootastrophe that she ended up basically naked, and wrapped in rags and napkins from the restaurant!
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Filled with snow.
Though I’ve always loved reading, I did not grow up with dreams of becoming a writer. Those dreams came as I explored my commitment to education, equity, youth, stories, and social change. Writing, like most things I’ve pursued with passion, sits at the intersection of these pillars. I believe that writing stories is one way I can make a difference in the world. And what else are we here for, but to make a difference in this world that sorely needs change? Continue reading “Hold Fast to Dreams (Or, How to Pursue Writing while Juggling Young Kids and a Full-Time Job)”