Philip Lorca di Corcia’s picture, again

That picture, again…: the tensions. We are looking at them, intensely, but they have their backs to us, unaware, busy. They are public now, in all their nakedness, but their interaction is most private, hidden from us. The mother is washing the child (a foot), but no one (but the jet of water) is washing her. The water isn’t …

I and You: Mastering Personal Pronouns

I and You Amie is now in the habit of formulating descriptions of what she is doing as follows: “Are you x-ing?” She does this in imitation of our own (incessant) questions about and observations of what she is doing, and because she is struggling with the personal pronouns “you” and “I” and “me”. Once …

Compost Dream Replaced by Other Dream

Compost Dreams Dashed The vote is in and it’s a veto: the majority of the Trustees of our condominium have said no to our composting bin idea. The first one was personally against it, the second one would dearly like to do it herself, but she knew many other residents would revolt. The third and …

The Fetus Fone and other Pregnant Fantasies

The Baby Tote When I was pregnant with Amie, I often amused myself thinking up all kinds of ways to make the pregnancy easier on us. For instance, later on in our pregnancies, when the weight begins to pull our spines out of allignment and our back muscles out of shape, when all those vital organs need …