Here’s what the Halloween Fairy is bringing Lucas in exchange for candy.

Have your child place extra Halloween treats in a basket on the doorstep. The Halloween Fairy will come and take the candy away. She gives it to the Sugar Sprite to use to feed her many Sugar Babies. The Sugar Sprite collects nectar from flowers to feed her babies during the warmer months of the year, but as winter approaches she needs your help to feed her family. In exchange for your child’s generosity, the Halloween Fairy and Sugar Sprite will leave a small gift for your child to play with.

And So It Turns


I actually asked myself today, “where can I write about all these feelings I have to process them?”  Um … oh yeah! I have a blog.

It’s a full, exciting time and I am finding myself short on spare time. But, when I don’t write, I get kinda weird in the head, so I think it would be good for me to write more. This is a lesson I seem to have to relearn frequently.

Morning workout, 8-week fitness challenge, Waves Women

I’m back in the saddle with the whole exercise-for-fitness journey, which is my conflicted little hamster wheel. (It had been a long time since I was exercising regularly and I won’t bore anyone with the reasons why.) For the last seven weeks I’ve been going two mornings a week to a workout with a group of moms from our school. I call us the Waves Women, though our group has no official name. One lovely, enthusiastic lady recently became a personal trainer and she offered to whip us into shape in an eight-week program. I caught wind of this group a little late, but joined up. We’ve been exercising in the mornings in the park right next to the Waldorf school. The workouts at first were a little hard for me, but they’ve become much easier. And while I kind of hated it at first, as I have come to know these women better, I really have come to enjoy the whole experience. Because they are awesome. They show up and bellyache and laugh and try and modify and encourage each other. It’s very real and wonderful. (Many thanks to Black Francis for taking the photo above and letting me publish it here.)


So, I would just like to say thank you to Meredith for giving her time and encouragement and energy, and thanks to all these super people for making this experience fun for me. Turns out I like working out with people I know!

I’ve also been doing a lot more walking and running lately. I’ve been walking with several friends semi-regularly and running a couple of times a week—but I had a cold for part of October and that slowed me down a bit. One day I walked 8 miles because I didn’t feel up to running, but walking was just right.

Good morning

It’s hard to go wrong when you can get out to places like this within just a few minutes. So, anyway … fitness. My motto right now is “Do more.” We’ll see where that takes me, but I can tell that I’m in a better place for it.


This past weekend I acted as the officiant in the wedding of two dear friends. I was honored to be asked to do this work, and I am so happy for them. The whole thing was beautiful and I’m very pleased with how the ceremony turned out. Ian was the Best Man, and that meant that our boys were rather on their own for much of the day’s festivities. They were super good and I’m proud of them. There will probably be photos from the day floating about, but I confess I took none. I was too nervous before the ceremony to even think about getting out my camera or my phone.

Writing and performing this wedding ceremony has had me thinking a lot about love and commitment. About how two people can honor each other through time and changes and growth. How you continue to blend two lives in concert when people have differing needs and wants. I know that it takes work and patience and understanding. I know it takes open dialogue and discussion and that isn’t always pretty stuff. I know marriage includes a lot of unglamorous things that fall into the highly unsexy categories of “Daily Grind,” and “Working the Plan,” and “Roles.” I’m 18 years into my marriage and it’s frequently bewildering but always rewarding. It isn’t a fairytale, however, and no marriage can be—unless we’re talking about the kind of fairytale in which fingers get pricked and sacrifices are made and sometimes the woods are dark and scary.

Anyway, here’s what I know about love: It doesn’t fall from the sky or blossom at your feet without effort. You make it, and make it, and remake it, again and again, every day. You plant the seeds of love in a thousand little actions every day. What I don’t know about love and marriage is a lot longer than this paragraph, I’m sure.


And now, about Halloween. I am feeling like I blew it this year. But I also know I don’t need to feel that way. I know that in the past I’ve set the bar for our Halloween costumes pretty high, and this year—well, the wedding and my work ate up Halloween. We will still go trick-or-treating. We will still see friends and enjoy our spooky night. Our kids will end up wearing something. Lucas has taken point on his assassin costume. He’s relaxed about it, and not worried about it being fantastic. Asher is going as a potion maker, and we have found a couple of items at the thrift store and he’ll carry with him tiny bottles of colored potions. That’s all his idea and I don’t have to control it. Right? Right.

I love Halloween, and I will have other opportunities to go mad about it. Just not this year. And that’s OK.


So, maybe this post is about starting again, about continuing to try, about compromise and doing the good work, and about forgiveness. Maybe.

Harvest Faire at Our Waldorf School

We had a marvelous day Saturday at the Sacramento Waldorf School’s Harvest Faire. I was delighted to be asked to shoot photos at the festival. So many amazing and talented people worked tirelessly to pull off this community event and fundraiser. Their dedication and attention to detail is visible in every scene I shot.

Harvest Faire Welcome Display

Welcome to the Sacramento Waldorf School Harvest Faire!

Asher and S in the Kindergarten Yard

This is Asher’s dear friend S, who goes to preschool with him. They had such fun in the Kindergarten yard, running and playing follow the leader. We saw two other dear preschool friends there, too. Asher was over the moon!


Asher got to see the puppet play of George and the Dragon, performed in the Kindergarten. It was delightful.

Puppet Show

I was so honored to be allowed to take pictures during the puppet show performance. These dedicated women (plus the narrator who is not pictured) are the Kindergarten teachers. They infuse love and light in everything they do.

Children's Store

The Children’s Store was full of inexpensive treasures for the little ones to buy, either for themselves or for their loved ones. Many of the items were handmade.

Country Store Wares

The Country Store was also full of lovely items, much of them handcrafted. Jams, honey, hats, decorations, toys, games, clothing, artworks, yarns and supplies—you name it. Here’s my Harvest Mother in the foreground, who sold early and for a good price, and the room’s nature table in the background.

Candle Dipping

The third grade parents offered beeswax candle dipping to Harvest Faire guests. (I got to help with setup on Friday, and Ian did two shifts on Saturday.) Candle dippers walked in a large circle, dipping their candlewicks in warm beeswax and then walking a few paces to let it cool, dipping in cool water, walking a few paces and then repeating. After a while, you have a nice candle that you can decorate. I saw one little girl pressing tiny seed beads into her fresh candle, to make a little mermaid design.

Paints for Gourd Painting

Paints for gourd painting: I’m kind of sorry I didn’t get more shots of this booth, as I’m sure some colorful gourds were made.

Waldorf Students' Work

There was a whole room dedicated to showing off Waldorf students’ schoolwork. Every grade was represented, including high school subjects like chemistry and humanities.

Vendor's Wares

The vendors were terrific this year and I’m sorry I didn’t have the funds for serious shopping. These carved Halloween gourds are the work of a friend, Miss Katy. They’re boo-tiful.

Fairy Supplies

One booth was decorating a fairy scene. Children could make a little fairy doll and then glue special trinkets like shells, jewels, and tiny pumpkins onto the scene.

Make a Fairy Wreath

Basket of fairy wreaths. You could make your own!


Asher had a wonderful time! He was my little Acorn Boy that day, sporting grandma’s knits.

Ninth Graders' Farmers Market

The ninth grade sold produce from the school farm and other local organic farms—a kind of mini farmers’ market in the Faire.

Festivals Room

This is the Festivals Room, which was a display of all the seasons of the year and the various festivals celebrated in Waldorf schools and homes. Some loving volunteers put this together and it was magical.

Festivals Room: Autumn Harvest

Autumn scene from the Festivals Room.

Lucas and X got to play tag and be rowdy for a while. These two get along so beautifully. Later, they got to shoot a bow!

There was so much more. I might just indulge in another post.

He Chose Daddy

I started writing this post days ago, but work intervened in a majorly stressful way.

Tomorrow Lucas will be 5 and a 1/2 years old. Hard to believe, really.

At this very moment, he outside in the backyard playing Spider-Man. He’s running around in the backyard flinging webs at bad guys. I caught him with a handful of dental floss that he was using as web. He’s been playing Spider-Man quite often and I’m really hoping he doesn’t freak out at the last minute (like today) about this costume like he did last year about the robot costume RoRo bought him. The weekend before last, he wore the Spider-Man outfit to the pumpkin patch, but when we got there he decided to change. I guess he didn’t want to wear it there because the other kids weren’t wearing costumes.

He’s such a big boy lately. He has become quite good at getting ready for school in the morning without much help. He tromps out the door to go to school and face his day with just the briefest of pecks. “Bye, mom. I love you, too!” he shouts over his shoulder. Sometimes his days are quite long and we don’t get to reconnect until after 5 or 5:30 in the evening. But it’s now no biggie, whereas before, such long absences were the source of tears, frustration, or acting out behaviors.

Lucas’s teacher, Mrs. K, says he’s just a joy in class. He is acting so grown up and she is able to give him important jobs to do. On Monday, he and another boy were sent outside before playtime to assess the thunder/lightning situation. She told him it was a job for him because he is so very brave. The story came all the way home to me in his own words, which must mean her compliment made an impression on him. 

I attended the Parent Tea last week. One morning per month the parents are invited to come to the classroom for about 30 minutes. The kids get to share their school experiences with the parents a little, and the parents get to see the kids in action (if on a special day). Lucas brought me Sunflower, his Little One, to see. I said I was very happy to see Sunflower again because it had been a long time. He was in Fairyland over the summer, you see. Sunflower is the doll that I sewed clothes for last fall, but Lucas doesn’t know that I helped to make him. That part is a secret. Sunflower stays in the classroom with all the other Little Ones, one for each child. At the end of this year, Sunflower will get to come home with Lucas and live with us.

Lucas says his “best friend” is a boy named Ian, who is in the other class—he’s a White Roser. I’ve heard about how they play together and hold hands. I met Ian today for the first time, and he was indeed holding hands with my son. They looked thick as thieves together.

In Lucas’s imaginative play we’ve seen lots of heroic characters emerge: fire fighters, police officers, the dirty job mechanic guy from TV, and environmental do-gooders. Lucas now likes to save the world from destruction, likes to play at being sports stars (especially basketball, which seems to be his favorite, but also sometimes soccer or baseball). Recently he spent the afternoon scuba diving and surfing, and winning surfing competitions. Sometimes he plays really oddball games: Like being a butcher! The other day he was butchering a cow (couch cushion) with a butcher knife (small plastic clothes hanger) and giving out samples of meat rolls (a la Costco). I’m told that at the Bs’ house, the children often go hunting with bows and arrows; often their game is the placid and domesticated cow.

Tidoo, his special dolly, is still loved, but doesn’t get played with much anymore. She patiently waits for nighttime snuggles and doesn’t demand more from him. She’s not looking too good anymore—she’s all greasy and her stuffing is so matted she has no body in her body. Once in a while I hear her name crop up when Lucas is talking about his many harrowing adventures.

Sometimes we still hear about Lucas’s sister, but not nearly as often as when he was four. I think having a real brother has made all those imaginary siblings pale, somewhat.
Bike riding is big, big fun these days. I wish I weren’t so busy because then I could take him out to ride more often. Lucas isn’t yet savvy about traffic, so I have to go out with him. Asher and I end up walking or sitting our driveway watching Lucas ride up and down the street. Now he takes his feet off the pedals as he whizzes past us. He’s so confident on the bike and it makes me feel so joyful to see how accomplished he feels. 
Grandma VoVo and Lucas have a great time together. She picks him up once per week, usually. Lately they’ve been doing all kinds of art projects. They made a jointed skeleton out of thin white foam. It’s about 4 feet long. We have to finish the skull by cutting out eyes/nose/mouth and then we can hang it on the door or wherever as a Halloween decoration. Come to think of it, we had better get that done ASAP.

We have only two tickets to the Pumpkin Path at the school tonight. Obviously, one of us has to stay with Asher while the other parent takes Lucas on the tour. Today, Lucas chose daddy. I’m a little disappointed, but not surprised. I’ve always known that at around 5 years old, Lucas would transition away from me and gravitate toward hid dad and new and exciting manly interests.  It’s right and good, and it still makes me a little sad sometimes.

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