Thoughts. . .
- Long Island, New York, USA
- April 12
- freelance writer and full-time mom
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Karin Greenberg's Links
From the time my 13-year-old son was an infant, he had a peculiar relationship with food. He nursed like a fiend and couldn't get enough of my milk. As soon as we started him on solids at six months, however, he was not shy with his aversion to them.… Read full post »
When my mother was selling my her house several years ago, my brother, sister and I came across a childhood's worth of memorabilia. Among the treasures were my lime green record player; pink psychadelic record box (holding singles such as Conway Twitty's Don't Cry Joni, Shaun Cassid… Read full post »
On Friday, my son told me that all of the boys in his class got in trouble for talking in gym. Their punishment was to sit against the wall for most of the 40-minute class.
"I just don't understand why he has to tell us all the rules for… Read full post »
I was lying in bed on this lazy, rainy Saturday morning when my 10-year-old came into my room. He sat at the bottom of my bed and began petting the dog, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Mom, do you have springs on your mattress?" he asked.
"Yeah,… Read full post »
"Awesome!" my son screamed as we all came to a a skidding stop, our skis cutting sharply into the packed snow.
"That's so cool!" exclaimed my other son, looking up towards the sky.
"Whoa!" my husband blurted out as he stared in wonder.
I was the only one of… Read full post »
I don't know what's wrong with me! S had a birthday party at 3:30 at the roller rink today. I was positive it ended at 6:30. I looked at the invitation five times and each time I thought to myself, "three hours--that's a long party. I wonder why she… Read full post »
Frank Buckles as a boy
As our country honors its veterans, we look back on the various wars that America has been a part of. Of the 23.2 million veterans in the United States today, 12.6 million served du… Read full post »
Nana's banana bread baked by me this morning
Nana and Pop-Pop--Jones Beach, 1935
Nana and Pop-Pop with their children in 1974
When I walked into my kitchen this morning and saw three over-ripe bananas, I knew they wouldn't last the… Read full post »
After reading all day about the 20th anniversary of the destruction of the Berlin Wall, I dug up photo albums from my travels in Europe, where I lived for 6 months during my junior year of college. During a 3-week backpacking trip in early 1990, I stopped in Berlin, and… Read full post »
I recently came across an old picture of my son and me taken at a local amusement park. His chubby two-year-old hand rested on my arm, his legs bent against my body, and his cheek was brushed by the top of my t-shirt. I was sitting on a park bench,… Read full post »
When I opened my back door this morning, a burst of warm, fall air enveloped me. The chill of an early November Sunday hung around, but there was a hesitancy, as if aut… Read full post »
After reading Kathy Riordan's beautiful poem today, I was inspired to go back to my college days and take a shot at it:
I Thought I Could Remember How to Write a Villanelle
I thought I could remember how to write a villanelle
The bird perched on top of… Read full post »
I just read Publisher Weekly's 2009 Top Ten List of Books. All of them are written by men. With the exception of Cutting for Stone, which I am in the middle of (and loving), not one of them has made its way onto my reading list. Though I have read… Read full post »
"I'm not using 'love'. That's so GAY!"
My son was writing thank-you notes for his recent Bar-Mitzvah. He was not happy with my suggestion to replace "from" with "love" before signing his name.
"What does GAY have to do with it?" I asked him.
He was used to… Read full post »
rocks around my father's headstone
my daughter saying happy birthday to Grandpa
Some things that have happened since you've been gone:
Princess Diana died (a few weeks after… Read full post »
A small square on the bottom of today's New York Times caught my eye as I shuffled around the kitchen getting the kids ready for school. Claude Lévi-Strauss had died in Paris at the age of 100. Levis have always been my most comfortable jeans, and I turned to page… Read full post »
Gourmet vegetable wraps, fancy cheese and avocado quesadillas, eggplant parmagian heroes---nope, not for me.
I'll take PB & Fluff over those any day. Read full post »
I read an article over the weekend that harshly criticized Jeff Kinney's Diary of a Wimpy Kid book series. The author claimed that the protagonist of the book, Greg Heffley, was a terrible role model for young children. According to the article, his rogue ways (which include steali… Read full post »
Stab a Knife in my
and let the blood flow
over the broken pieces of my daughter's
50s poodle skirt
so the shattered shards float up from her
Saddle shoes and
Stab a Knife in my
and let the lovely liquid love
cover my… Read full post »
Take off your mask.
Stop hiding behind that thick layer of rubber.
Or that thin sheet of plastic.
It's time you look yourself in the eyes.
Without something buffering the image.
That elastic is giving you a headache.
After all those years of digging into your skull.
It's… Read full post »
I can still hear that tiny voice through the reciever as if it were yesterday.
"Hey, what's the matter?" my fiance asked. His voice was like a miniscule dustmite, floating backwards into a dark tunnel of oblivion.
"Something's wrong with me," I managed to sputter out. "I need… Read full post »
I am a reading purist. To me, the experience of reading literature can be truly done in one way only: with a book in your hands. And I do not mean a Kindle. The feel of the thin paper as it seamlessly moves from side to side; the sound of… Read full post »
where it all began
As I tumbled down the mountain, my brain registered the sheer terror of knowing that this could be my death. The proverbial flashing life played… Read full post »
The debate has been going on for years: is TV bad for our children or not? The questions surrounding our country's most beloved medium are placed before us like a grocery list: At what age should children begin watching? Will it ruin their creativity? Does it cause kid… Read full post »
I was only 27 when my first son was born. I had the ideals of a young newlywed, still within arm's reach of the passionate vegan/liberal/anti-establishment girl of my not-too-distant past. My birth plan was simple: no drugs, no tubes, a vaginal birth. After 30 hours and a dia… Read full post »