Michelle Martin

February 05, 2020

Wheels on the bus

It was a chilly, cloudy damp day when the bus broke down. It was one in a long chain of chilly, cloudy damp days we had in January, but it was Monday of Catholic Schools Week, and for Teresa’s school, that means a field trip. Specifically, a service-oriented field trip.

January 22, 2020

Double digits

Teresa turned 10 years old this month, making it the first time in almost 22 years we haven’t had a child under 10 at home.

January 08, 2020

The empty box mystery

Call it the mystery of the empty box. A whodunit that is repeated over and over and over again.

December 19, 2019

Keeping Christmas

This Christmas season, we plan to attend a Simbang Gabi Mass for the first time. It’s not so much that we are seeking out the traditional Filipino pre-Christmas novena to the Blessed Mother. It’s more that we have to be picking up Caroline from the train station at the time we would usually be at Mass for the last Sunday before Christmas, and the Saturday vigil Mass at our parish that weekend is part of the novena.

December 04, 2019

Hello. Goodbye.

Parenting college students, I read somewhere, means learning to say goodbye again and again and again. But that’s only true if it also means saying hello again and again.

November 20, 2019

Is it Christmas yet?

It’s already started. I’ve seen Facebook posts of people decorating their Christmas trees. The stores have been stocked with stockings and lights since before Halloween. And last weekend, Teresa asked when we could put our tree up.

November 06, 2019

A good book

When I was a kid, I could spend an entire day reading.

October 23, 2019

Leave a message

When I first got a cell phone, more than 20 years ago now, I’d answer it every time it rang. Part of it was that no one had the number unless I gave it to them, but part of that was that it was just what you did then: If the phone rang, you answered it

October 09, 2019

Brown-bagging it

I have never been among the ladies who lunch. Not that I don’t go out for lunch from time to time. I do, and I enjoy it. But most of the time, I pack my own sandwich and yogurt, carrots and apple.

September 18, 2019

Look at all the people

When I was a very small child, there was a finger game we used to play. With hands folded together, fingers interlaced and tucked inside our palms, we would say, “Here is the church.” With index fingers extended to come to a point, we’d say, “Here is the steeple.”
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