My Boy’s Dreams

My Boy’s Dreams

A summer morning.

I had the back patio screen door open, in case The Dog felt like letting herself out for a few moments alone.

Birds were just getting their feed on, and I was enjoying listening to them sing.

I worked quietly in the kitchen, doing my morning thing: unloading the dishwasher, fixing a breakfast, sipping my coffee, thinking of what should be done later that day.

My Boy? Well, he had just woken up, and was starting his own day by working to check off Chore No. 1: making his bed. I could hear a subtle rhythm coming from his radio.

And then he called me.

“Mom, I need you!” he said, and with that the music got louder.

“What’s the problem?,” I hollered up toward his room, immediately thinking he was wrestling to straighten a comforter or wondering which shirt would go well with a pair of cargo shorts.

“I need a backup singer,” was his answer, at which point I knew that what I was about to do would probably be the most important thing I’d do all day.

I could hear Pompeii blaring before I reached the top of the stairs. The Boy’s a big Bastille fan, and I pretty much gathered the sort of role I’d play in the next few minutes.

I mistakenly started dancing my own dance as I walked through the door. He looked at me, shook his head to say no, this ain’t ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go,’ Mom, proceeded to place me squarely behind him, then turned to face his invisible audience, grab his invisible microphone, and belt out the tune.

Bastille themselves were now background singers.

I did as I was told and mouthed that now-famous back up chant {a a o a o, a a o a o … ha, now it’s stuck in your head!}, swayed gently side-to-side {no crazy dancing that would distract from his performance}, and wondered

How long will he ask me to be a part of his dreams?

He’s growing too fast, but I’m grateful for these moments when he still finds a part for me to play.



Photo by the amazing Amber Leilani Photography

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Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were-Wearin’ Wednesday : Palm Trees and Endless Summers

Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were-Wearin’ Wednesday : Palm Trees and Endless Summers

Palm Trees make me happy.

Endless Summer


And this year, J. Crew has some amazing light-weight tees that really showcase that gorgeous greenery well. Several have a nice vintage feel that I love, like this “Endless Summer” one.

The phrase “Endless Summer” is lovely, don’t you think?

Even moreso in a foreign language.

J. Crew also has some fantastic shorts in summery colors that I had to scoop up. Really, who wants to wear plain ol’ black, navy blue, or tan in summer? Summer should be about colors like Brilliant Coral, Positano Blue, and Sweet Tangerine.

Happy Hot Wednesday, friends.


That Smell of Summer

That Smell of Summer


If I close my eyes, I’m little.

I’m on my grandparents’ beach … a small stretch of sand on West Island, Massachusetts, and my toes are curled into the grains.

The sun is warm on my back, which—by the way, hasn’t a stitch of sunscreen on it—and I’m working on a fantastic shade of … beige.

Paul McCartney and Wings is playing Silly Love Songs on the radio, and my Nonnu is wading in the water in his shorts, tennis shoes, and worn beach hat with permits pinned to it.

Just a summer day quahoging.

I hear that calming hum of a plane flying over head, and behind it floats a message. I don’t know if it’s an ad or a love note to someone, but I know it looks exactly like the piece that comes out of a Hershey’s kiss, and I giggle.

Me & C at the Beach

That’s Coppertone.

What summer scent brings you back?

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