What are you till the weekend? We had a little week for some reasons, but this week Toby His 15th birthday birthday! (Feeling yesterdayetc.) I was legitimally eager to host a set of sweaty children, playing basketball, and eating caramel cake. Hope you have a great, and here’s some links from around the web …
How to open silent. (Immediately my father texted it.)
Bro’oklineOur preferred home and bed company, is 25% on sitewide. We have nice bonds In the beds in our house, and I slept well with their plains.
How cool is this 400-square-parallel German leadside house?
My son’s emails about the weekend.
7 Things I’ve seen people wearing Parisincluding a very cool haircut. (Large salad)
Can’t wait Tomato Time. (Nystimes Gift Link)
An instant medicine for no rest legs. (by feathers)
10 things I will tell my 16-year-old. “There is a time when you dream of your sister’s presence” and “because a man is an adult doesn’t mean they’re right.”
How strange is astronaut don pettit’s Pictures from outer space? (Nystimes Gift Link)
Unsung hero of motherhood. “Julie Owens, boldly spreads a tankini in the middle of January to chaper in a bonded tank on the inside of the room.
Next Tuesday in Brooklyn, I’ll talk to the stage with my friend Adam Robertsabout her funny first novel – food persona – about a cookbook ghorhwriter. Please Come to usIf you want!
Moreover, two readers’ comments:
Says jess to What glimmers did you see lately: “Oh man, Jo, I hope I’ll send you a picture – Glimmer now set-up with a french buldog of wined, so he should be that place in the window, so shop owners give him a scenario. Heaven.” Heaven. “
Says Kate on Four beautiful motherhood poems: “Not a poem, but this passage is from Little fire somewhere By the celeste of killing me and again:
‘The parents, he thought, learned to live the touch of their children less. As a pearl-grinding child holding him; He wears the pearl of a sling because he put it, the Pearl will cry. There wasn’t a time of day before they were forced. As he was old, Pearl was still holding his mother’s foot, then his waist, as his hand, seemed to have something to his mother. Even if he had his own bed, he often crawled Mia in the middle of the night and hole under the ancient patchwork quilt, and in the morning they stir in the pearl’s stomach. Now, as a teenager, the pearl’s concerns have been rare – a wing of cheek, an armed, a half lover because of it. This is the way things, Mia thinks of himself, but how hard it is. Rarely hugging, a head leaned for a great moment on your shoulder, exactly what you want more than anything else to keep it up to you and can’t change it. It is like training yourself to live in the smell of an apple alone, exactly what you want is to have your teeth, to consume it, seeds, and all. ‘”
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