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Dalai Mama Dishes

by Catherine Newman

Catherine Newman cooks for the family

Dalai Mama Dishes

Catherine Newman cooks for the family

Spring Fever

Posted April 07, 2008
Because it's such a lovely evening - a rainy blue twilight, the birds trailing banners behind them with the word SPRING written in flowery loops, yet still chilly enough for a crackly-cozy fire in the woodstove - the children are, naturally, feeling a bit cantankerous. All the obvious problems arise. For example, this urgent question: Who is better at the kazoo version of "Oh My Darling Clementine," but performed with no actual kazoos, just honked, lyricless, out your nose? That's… Read More

Poor Comprehension

Posted March 31, 2008

Ever wonder what Catherine sounds like? Listen to her read this blog entry.

Here's what I don't understand: daylight savings time. Not the principle, which I grasp: you're already grouchy in the morning so you won't even hardly mind the extra hour of frigid darkness, but then later when you're happily drinking your nice glass of beer, you get to enjoy the last of the bright evening out your window. Fine. It's the math that baffles me. If x… Read More

This Many Fingers

Posted March 25, 2008

Ever wonder what Catherine sounds like? Listen to her read this blog entry.

Because you're five now, here's something you can do! Watch! Watch this! You can sing low and dance high at the same time. Watch! Oh wait - your brother's getting in on the action. He's up on his tip-toes, promenading around while he groans something from The Sound of Music in an underwater kind of baritone. But no - No, Benny! - that's not what you… Read More

The Moment Between Past and Future

Posted March 17, 2008

Ever wonder what Catherine sounds like? Listen to her read this blog entry.

We're eating soup, sitting around our beautiful oak table, the one I bought a decade and a half ago with my friend Robin in Santa Cruz, California. ("Masons," Michael corrected me at the time, when I explained who we'd bought it from. "Masons are the people. Masonite is the Formica.") Is it the season that does this? Makes me feel suddenly like someone is tilting the… Read More

It's a Brand New Day

Posted March 10, 2008

Ever wonder what Catherine sounds like? Listen to her read this blog entry.

The year I'm remembering right now is 1990 - and I'm not thinking about my hot little 21-year-old body in its torn-up T-shirts and footless tights (Oh flat and pearly nipples of yesteryear!), or the peculiarly furnitureless apartment that Michael and I shared in San Francisco with our friend Andrew (Who needs a kitchen counter when you can duct-tape together two perfectly weak and wobbling appliance… Read More

Fury

Posted March 03, 2008

Ever wonder what Catherine sounds like? Listen to her read this blog entry.

I will grant that I picked a bad day for us to walk to school - and perhaps if I'd looked more closely, I would have seen everyone's coccyx broken off and lying on the ground near all the fallen bodies, and I would have thought, "Let's drive today." But I didn't. It's been alternating between pouring rain and freezing rain - that thing they call… Read More
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About Catherine Newman

Catherine Newman is the author of the memoir, Waiting for Birdy: A Year of Frantic Tedium, Neurotic Angst, and the Wild Magic of Growing a Family, available online and in bookstores nationwide.

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