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I’ve been in a bit of a funk this week, reading in to the actions of others more negatively than they likely intended. This post about What Babies Can Teach Us was a positive reframing of my perspective:

People are usually tired and scared; not mean

They can’t – of course – tell us what is wrong with them. We have to guess – and what’s striking is how generous we are in our interpretation of what is going on.

When they cry, we don’t accuse them of being mean or self-pitying. When they hit or kick, we assume they must just be frightened or momentarily vexed. We are constantly aware of just how much the workings of hunger, a tricky digestive tract or a lack of sleep may affect human character.

How helpful it would be if we were more often able to apply a similar method of interpretation around adults. How kind we would be if we could look beneath the surface behaviour – the unpleasantness, viciousness and desperate grumpiness – and see that what could really be going on is just confusion, fear and exhaustion.

Full post here.

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You – you alone will have the stars as no one else has them … In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night … You – only you – will have stars that laugh.

– Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Robin Williams


Oh my heart. I don’t usually post about celebrity death but this man brought so much laughter and light to my household (and households around the world). It hurts to think that a person who made so many people so joyful could have been so desperately sad.

Robin Williams was a brilliant sun. Unfortunately, depression makes it impossible to see your own light.

Depression lies. It has taken too many people I love. Ask for help. (The National Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255) – 24/7). You deserve to feel safe. We all do. And Robin, thank you, truly thank you, for sharing your talents with all of us. You will be missed.

(I’m off to snuggle up with my girls and watch “Aladdin” and focus on all the laughter that he gave to us all).


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Make the Ordinary Come Alive

Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples, and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.

— William Martin

On The Speaking of Names

The most eloquent, thoughtful human being I know married me and James on top of that Williamstown mountain five years ago. This morning, I revisited that ceremony and couldn’t resist posting this particular piece of what he shared on that magical, wondrous day:

When someone speaks your name, it has the power to turn you toward them – to turn your head, or your attention, or your steps, or sometimes your life.  Just the sound itself has that power – even before you consider what the sound means, before you start to remember all the stories and take account of all the synapses of relationship that are submerged in the meaning of such a simple thing as a single name.

The discovery of the true meanings of our names takes most of us a lifetime.  By the time most of us are adults, it’s as though a name has walked through the deep woods in all the ripest seasons, picking up meanings and memories that cling to it like burrs and milkweed fluff and the smells of life.  And when you speak such a pungent name as that, it not only turns the head of the person who bears it; it conjures something of the truth of the person you name.  The old, middle-English language of the wedding covenant had it exactly right, I think: this is the moment for the plighting of troth, for the pledging of truth – the moment for placing your name with all its pungent, accumulated truth in the hands of your beloved, for safe-keeping.

Ashley.  James.  This is a day for the richest speaking of your names – a day for the turning of heads, for the reorientation of steps.

You know much of the meanings dissolved into the letters of those names.

Ashley – the ball of energy, the passionate and outspoken teller of truths, the wearer of the heart on the sleeve.  Your cheer props up the people lucky enough to know you; when they have trouble believing in themselves, you believe for them until their faith returns.  The touch of your friendship makes people feel magnificent.  To James you are a compass – a visionary, a dreamer-come-true.  Your leap of faith – into this relationship, into life in California, into your effervescent future – is, so characteristically of you, both an act of impulse and an utterly predictable gift of your hallmark generosity.

James – the careful and deliberate, the thoughtful – the country boy in the city, lover of trees who sometimes struggles to see the forest, yet who considers each leaf, each decision or choice, as though it mattered as much to you as – as it does.  Your days are marinated in calm thoughtfulness.  For Ashley you are balance; you are anchor; you are foundation.  Your unassuming but utterly reliable presence on the other end of the seesaw enables her to play.  You say that you enjoy being one of the few people who can calm her down.  The solid walls of your love form the space for the freedom of her passion.

Your history in this very place – five years old practically to the minute – showed you what might end up being possible in your future.  You made being a JA survivable; you brought focus to a time that needed it.  You say that you hope to offer us all an example of love that works hard.  You plan to love “fiercely,” you said, you hope that the energy of this commitment of yours will send its ripples outward.

This world which waits to receive the energy of your commitment has not yet learned the meaning of its own name – has not yet learned to turn, to redirect its steps, when it hears its own name as we give voice to our hopes for peace, justice, hope.

But we will all bring that turning closer – we will help teach the world the truth of its name – by learning, with the two of you, how to place our precious names, in all their unfinished truth and mystery, in each other’s hands, for safekeeping – as now you do.


Custom painting by Tiggy, gifted to us by our dear friends Amy & Ben.

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naomiwolfYup. One more reason why diets and scales are ancient history chez Cart. I’ve never felt so liberated and happy and content in my own skin than when I kicked the scale to the curb. The number it reflected never adequately captured my overall wellness. It didn’t speak to my body’s level of fitness or the kinds of foods I was feeding it. In fact, often when I was dieting, I was my most unhealthy. A daily regime of diet soda to try to fill that gnawing hunger is by no means healthy. If you know you are feeding your body with nutritious, balanced meals and maintaining some regular semblance of exercise, then your body is at the weight it is supposed to be. You shouldn’t be trying to mold it into something it’s not. If you are truly living a balanced, healthy lifestyle, then there is no need for diets, or extreme exercise, or depravation. Your body is exactly as it should be. And no image in a magazine should ever make you think otherwise. No person should ever make you feel otherwise. I worry about this more than most things when I think about raising two girls. How do I teach them to love and embrace a healthy size for THEIR bodies? It has to start with me. I’m trying to teach by example. Imagine the cultural shift that would happen for women in this country if we all did just that? It shouldn’t be revolutionary, and yet…

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tinafeyDropping a little Thursday wisdom courtesy of Tina Fey (via my lil sis).

If you’re beating yourself up because no matter how strict your diet is, or how much you exercise, or how “good” you are about the food you put into your body, you still aren’t a teeny tiny size 0 version of yourself, maybe it’s time to recognize that you’re not supposed to be. That’s your body telling you that you are exactly who and how you should be. Stop trying to force something that goes against who you are. Embrace the body that you were given, quirks and all. I promise, constant talk about diet and exercise is super unattractive. But women (and men!) who triumphantly and confidently rejoice in who they are and the body that they inhabit… now that is damn sexy.

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As my friend who emailed me the link to this post said, “I can imagine you referencing it if someone were to ever challenge you for giving the girls pink tutus and black converse in the same breath. After you held yourself back from knocking their head off, of course. ”

Yep. That.

That’s what Twitter said // 2

First, let me say that I love that during last night’s debate, my one political post on the blog’s Facebook Page only cost me one “like.”

YOU GUYS! *bigmushyliberalhug*

Second, be sure to check out last week’s round up if you find yourself chuckling at this. I sure did.