I am desperate for a return to a normalcy that I am starting to fear may never be seen again. I want to refocus on family and work, but my continued need for a constant drip of political news and gossip (sometimes indistinguishable) has not yet found a decent placebo. Talking about the action at the Capitol has taken over my normal girlfriend chitchat, my Facebook page, and my dinner table. I couldn't tell you what's happening in the Middle East or in Middle School"only what's happening on the Square.
Everything is playing out 24-7 on the Protest Channel in my mind, but I was afforded a brief commercial interruption yesterday. I allowed myself to watch the Oscars with my family. I believe the producers may have succeeded in their goal of appealing to a younger demographic -- my kids thought hosts Anne Hathaway and James Franco were hilarious. They may have been the only ones. But it was great to take my mind off politics for a bit.
I couldn't have been more thrilled when "The King's Speech" director Tom Hooper's name was called; I "heart" the movie tremendously. But it was the final words in his lovely acceptance speech, a reminder to "listen to your mother" that got me thinking about Wisconsin again. So many of my patented "momisms" have been turned on their heads in the past two weeks. It's like the Bizarro world of parenting. Just think about it.
You Can Think For Yourself, Don't Follow the Crowd: Unless it is a crowd of 100,000 marching and protesting.
Please Use Your Inside Voice: Unless you are chanting, "What's Disgusting, Union Busting" at the top of your lungs in the Capitol rotunda.
If You Don't Have Anything Nice to Say, Don't Say Anything at All: Except when it comes to protest signs, "Walker is a Weasel, not a Badger". Polite? Of course not. Funny and effective, sure.
A Concert on a Week Night? Are you Kidding Me?: Unless you are going to see Tom Morello rock Monona Terrace. And on a Monday, no less.
Always Tell Me Where You are Going, And Call When You Get There: Unless of course you are one of the Fab 14 and are heading to undisclosed locations in Illinois.
Never cross in the Middle of the Street: Although it is totally ok if you are carrying a protest sign.
I Don't Want to Have to Repeat This: "Tell Me What Democracy Looks Like, This Is What Democracy Looks Like". Enough said.
You Can't Eat Pizza For Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner: Unless it is Ian's. Mac and Cheese, Buffalo Chicken and Steak and Fries all represent different food groups, right?
Never Overstay Your Welcome: Unless of course, it is your "house". And the police say it is okay.
And, of course, my personal favorite:
Don't Make Prank Calls: But if you can get the Governor on the other end to reveal his true colors? Well, that's a different story.
Strange days, indeed. But in this topsy-turvy world anything can happen. Maybe even democracy.comments powered by Disqus
Is it just me or does each summer seem to go by quicker than the last? The end of summer is upon us and for many families this means the start of a new school year.
This past week, on the way to the grocery store, my daughter asked what I believed she thought would be a innocuous question, "Mom, when are we going back-to-school shopping?"
Volunteering with the Young Writers Summer Camp this past week really helped me to remember how utterly creative kids can be when encouraged to come up with their own ideas and use their own words.
This past week I gleefully accepted an offer for new job on the UW-Madison campus. My kids are getting are older and I guess I've felt for a while now that it was time to figure out what would be next for me on the professional front.
"Kids spend so much time in and around school, it's the only place where some have a chance to develop an appreciation for a healthy lifestyle," says Katie Hensel, founder and executive director of Tri 4 Schools.
"I'm envious, mom," said my twelve-year-old daughter as she hopped in the car after theater camp last week. "All the other kids in my group seem to really like, and to be really good at, singing, dancing and acting. But I think all those things are just okay."
"People are looking to book space here all the time," says Remy Fernández-O'Brien, communications and facilities coordinator for the Lussier Community Education Center, a private, nonprofit community center on Madison's west side. "They want to throw their child's first birthday party here or hold a Girl Scout meeting. We're really busy year-round, but it's especially lively here in the summer."
Last week, in response to the county-wide Sleep Safe, Sleep Well public health campaign that encourages parents to "share the room, not the bed" with their sleeping infants, Isthmus contributor Ruth Conniff penned a lovely opinion piece in defense of bed sharing entitled "Confessions of a Co-Sleeper."
As much as I'd like to believe there is latent genius in my daughter's early finger paintings, I'm pretty sure her works are not distinguishable from those created by the pointer fingers and pinkies of thousands of other children from across the world.
Seeing Romeo and Juliet this past weekend was a definite reminder that I need to prepare for something that might resemble a (Near) West Side Story around our place pretty soon.
All during childhood, we calmly tell our kids they don't need to be afraid of the dark, thunder or the monster under the bed. But it's pretty hard to keep your parental cool when your kid is about to embark on the one thing that terrifies you. I knew the problem wasn't really with him. It was with me.
Last January, when temperatures dipped below minus 30 and most people between the ages of 16 and 24 did anything to stay inside, a small yet sturdy group of at-risk teenage boys and young men stacked wood and managed controlled burns at Festge County Park near Cross Plains. Five months later, following a temperature swing of more than 100 degrees, Isthmus found some of those same guys removing invasive honeysuckle and buckthorn at Lake View Hill County Park on Madison's north side.
The first week of summer break at our place usually comes and goes without incident. At times, one could argue, it even verges on pleasant. I have no school lunches to pack and the kids have no 7 a.m. buses to catch.
Have you tried getting anywhere on either Verona Road or East Johnson lately? I'm pretty sure a six-month old could crawl to Fitchburg, or across the isthmus, in less time that it takes me to drive there these days.
As soon as the door closed behind him, I poured myself a cup of the coffee he had made and took a moment to let the enormity of what just happened sink in. My son was ready that morning despite my inability to properly set an alarm clock. My kid was ready that morning without nudging, cajoling, or reminding. He was ready, even when I wasn't.
For the past 17 years or so (i.e., since I've had kids), I haven't made books the priority in my life I know they should be. It's not that I don't try. Just this past weekend I had the best of intentions of picking up, and even finishing, I am Malala, this year's UW-Madison's Go Big Read pick. But the copy still sits untouched on my nightstand.
The longest day of the year is upon us. For those of you keeping track, the sun will rise at 5:18 a.m. and set at 8:41 p.m. on Saturday, June 21. All that daylight, courtesy of the annual summer solstice, will provide the perfect backdrop for Make Music Madison, a daylong event featuring hours and hours of free performances in nearly every corner of the city.
Last week, for the first time, I made my way up to one of the open gallery nights during Madison West's Fine Arts Week, the school's annual showcase for all things creative. The scope of the event is huge, with nearly 1,600 students participating, and the quality of the presented works is phenomenal. It's almost as if the school had been lifted off its perch on Regent Street and traveled back in time to Belle Époque Paris.
If you have aspiring authors in your house, this summer offers a fabulous opportunity for them refine their writing skills. For its second summer, the Greater Madison Writing Project, in partnership with Olbrich Botanical Gardens, is sponsoring two week-long camps in August for young writers entering grades 3-8.
There are lots of benefits to living in a college town. First and foremost, there is always something going on -- a lecture, a film series. Maybe even a protest, if you're lucky. And since becoming a Madisonian, I, for the first time in my life, find myself interested in college football.