A break from fiction

I am thrilled to tell you that I have received a Kreative Blogger Award!  Hearty thanks to Marcy King, a fine blogger and photographer herself, for the award.  Marcy also writes children’s books about Orples, and you can read about her and her projects here: http://orples.wordpress.com/

These are the rules:

You must thank the person who has given you the award.
Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
Link the person who has nominated you for the award.
Name 7 things about yourself that people might find interesting.
Nominate 7 other Kreative Bloggers.
Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.
Leave a comment on each of the blogs to let them know they have been  nominated.

So… Seven things about me:

1.) I have gray hair.

2.) I am from Maine.

3.) I am a botanical archivist at a major university.

4.) I am a registered independent.

5.) I worked as a maid for ten summers.

6.) I would like to throw a dinner party in another city and invite my friends who don’t know each other.  I did this once in Portland, ME, and would like to do it in Washington, DC, and Chicago. Perhaps somewhere in Cornwall, UK, also.

7.) I am a feminist.  Oh yes, we are still around.  🙂

The  seven bloggers I would like to forward this award to are (in no particular order):

1.) Chameleonic


3.)MazeADay (he’s up to #272!)

4.)Bucket List Publications

5.)Talk 2 the Trees

6.)ThirdHand Art

7.)But I Can Sing (beautiful poetry)

Thank you all for enriching my inner life!



About AngelaLTodd

I am queen of the helicopter parents. But there are enough of us that we are becoming a social problem. Here’s my story. Thing 1 was coming, they couldn’t stop him, it was only 24 weeks and 3 days. Someone asked: should we try to save him? Well, yes. Yes! Ten days later, a team of doctors closed the door behind us to explain brain bleeds, sepsis, meningitis. Shall we pull the plug? Well, no. No! Babydaddy laid hands on him every day, massaged him when he was ready. For the three months he was in intensive care, and the three weeks at an intermediate hospital, I would get up in the night and pump breast milk, thinking about my baby across town. Babydaddy delivered it every morning, earning the name “milkman.” It was funny. We had every therapy going for as long as possible: early intervention, the intermediate unit, private therapies. Terms multiplied: sensory processing dysfunction, sensory integration problems, orally defensive, auditory sensitivities, comprehensive developmental delay, cognitive function impairment, retinopathy of prematurity. He did occupational therapy, physical therapy, speech therapy, play therapy; we consulted with a neurologist, school psychologist, wraparound service provider, developmental specialist. He worked with an occupational therapist for a year and a half to tolerate teeth and hair brushing. Not surprisingly, parenting didn’t feel natural. I learned to read to my baby watching Phyllis, our physical therapist. Voices, commentary, labeling colors, counting… she was very good! Merging professional research skills with my genetic propensity for silliness (mom was class clown, dad’s distantly related to Lucille Ball), my mothering style came together. Eventually. But I still channel Phyllis on occasion. Thing 2 was full term. They are complete opposites; she is a sensory seeker with a wild sense of adventure and an inventive sense of fashion. Keeping them both busy and happy is an exasperating and sweet challenge. I still believe that every day can be fun and educational while reinforcing kids' boundaries. I’m on a mission to save us helicopter parents from ourselves. No more bubble wrapped kids and guilty parents. Let’s teach them coping skills. Let’s get fun.
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5 Responses to A break from fiction

  1. orples says:

    You’re putting me to shame, Angel, getting your award posted so fast. It took me 3 weeks to post mine. Good Job and you really deserve it, if anyone does, for your wonderful blog site. 😉 By the way, thanks for the kudos.

  2. You crack me up. #1. i have gray hair. What’s with that? Let’s see; what I would say about you….. YOU ARE BRILLIANT. YOU HAVE HIGH IDEALS. YOU HAVE TWO AWESOME CHILDREN. and I’m just getting warmed up. 🙂 Congrats Ange.

    • I love my white hair! 🙂 It comes from my dad’s mother, my grammy Lovely. It’s my lovely hair! Also, I have earned every damned one of them, and I get treated much better in public now that I have gray hair. But I still like what you said, too…. 🙂

  3. thirdhandart says:

    Congratulations on receiving the Kreative Blogger Award Ange! You certainly deserve it… as your blog is very creative! I’ll let you in on a secret… I have a lot of gray hair too. Go gray-haired ladies!

  4. I’m a bit of an old leftie and I know when a few of us warrior mamas were agitating a local sisters of mercy institution not to close down their longstanding daycare (where my kids were!), I got into places I might not have, met with people I probably wouldn’t have, and surprised a lot of people who’d read my letters — all with this lovely gray hair! 🙂 Thanks so much for your kind words about my blog! I’m having way more fun with it than I’d ever imagined, and it has turned into a real pleasure, rather than something I have to do to support my Etsy store (which alas it doesn’t really, so it’s just fun fun fun! ha ha). I really love your photos, so let both us gray-haired ladies keep on, e h?
    thanks so much

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