A Letter to Ros in 2019

Dear Ros, I took you back to school on Monday for the first time in almost a month. I was dreading it a little bit, both because I was strangely emotional about saying goodbye to you for the whole day and because I wasn’t sure how you would handle the transition. You strode into that building like you owned the place, and you were immediately greeted by the school director, who exclaimed how happy she was to see you back after such a long absence. “Did you go somewhere special?” she asked. You said nothing; there were more important things to discuss first. You held up a water-filled globe for her to inspect. Wordlessly, you shook the globe, and the Moana figure in the center was surrounded by floating sparkles. And, with a flourish, you pressed a little button that made the globe erupt into song. As “We Know The Way” echoed through the hall, you let the awed crowd gather round to greet you and admire your treasure. You swelled with pride. I did not have to worry about you that day.

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OG Beanie Babies of Belmont

Once I had one beanie baby I wanted two and once I had two I wanted five, and so on. I thought I would be embarrassed by the memories of my own acquisitiveness upon opening the huge trash bag full of beanies that awaited me in the basement, but I was surprised to find that I could totally relate to my 11-year-old self’s insatiable desire to possess these things. They’re genuinely cute and cuddly. They’re also the perfect size and weight…I don’t know how to describe it other than to say that they just feel good to hold in your hand. What’s more, they pose beautifully together. They can compose a scene like no one’s business. And you can fit a whole lot of them in your bed with you.

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"Let's Play Family!"

On Sunday afternoons, the weekend is wearing on everyone. Especially a rainy weekend. We’ve been inside, we’ve already watched enough TV, we’ve read a lot of books (the same ones, over and again) and we’re all kind of counting down the hours until it’s time to go back to school. So an invitation to play a new game whose rules I am not responsible for is an intriguing proposition.

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