tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838274273984215912024-03-13T08:42:49.965-05:00Family Room... writing for parents of the bravest hearts ...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.comBlogger427125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-29736633487195038362012-09-03T12:30:00.000-05:002012-09-03T12:30:38.202-05:00We're Moving. This is the last blog post for Family Room here on Blogger. We've built a new site for the blog, for "See Sam Run," for my other writings, and soon, I hope, the birthplace of another book for parents of the bravest hearts. The look and navigation are a little cleaner. Please make the leap with us. See you over at peggyheinkelwolfe.com
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-171264789915132312012-08-28T21:51:00.002-05:002012-08-28T21:52:15.547-05:00Overheard in the Wolfe House #192Peggy: The grass is wet and it smells so good out here. It must have been a nice rain.
Sam: Kind of. The sun was shining the whole time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-15980279066449133592012-08-22T23:36:00.002-05:002012-08-22T23:36:22.735-05:00Patron Saint of College KidsIn my faith, if you have a need, we've got a saint for that. I've got one of those little "guardian angels" hanging from the rear view of the pick-up, but I don't take much stock in it. Some would say I need a St. Christopher medal, but I got Sam and me a membership in AAA instead.
If you've lost someone close to you, like we have in the Wolfe house, then you probably carry that person withAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-85318413693023306742012-08-22T20:19:00.000-05:002012-08-22T20:19:32.030-05:00Overheard in the Wolfe House #191Peggy: So, how was REACH today?
Sam: Good!
Peggy: Did you learn anything new?
Sam: Driving is a privilege.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-78643713306487666392012-08-17T22:10:00.001-05:002012-08-17T22:10:26.892-05:00It's 10 o'clockMichael has moved into his apartment at TCU and Paige is packing. Tomorrow Paige and I hop in the pick-up and drive her back to Iowa for her sophomore year.
Summer ends again, tonight.
I tried not to cry when she started kindergarten. She's my youngest, but for years she had watched her older brothers go off to school. Even though she went to nursery school three mornings a week, she was so Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-77813846732010604582012-08-12T13:48:00.003-05:002012-08-12T13:49:09.539-05:00Overheard in the Wolfe House #190Michael (sharing all the news with the grandparents, via Skype): Sam's going bald.
Sam: Yes, Mom, it's wise that you named me after Grandpa.
Peggy: [face palm]Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-82810352999584880312012-08-11T17:03:00.000-05:002012-08-11T17:03:13.495-05:00Why I love trail runningAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-3830414672372545572012-08-05T20:13:00.003-05:002012-08-05T20:13:41.598-05:00Overheard in the Wolfe House #189Paige (shouting across the garden): Were you calling for me? I'm sorry. I had my headphones on.
Peggy: No. (pauses) I was sawing, though.
Paige: Yeah. Same sound.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-91827466100934626132012-08-05T17:13:00.000-05:002012-08-05T17:14:56.662-05:00Like food, but not a food writerMy friend, RunnerSusan, brought me sweet corn all the way from Indiana and that got me hankering for Yankee summer food.
Brats on the grill. Roast corn. Strawberry pie.
You know, up north, where summer is this quiet, balmy time that you can linger outside all day under a tree and hold a grass blade between your thumbs and call to the birds -- not spend a month hiding in dark room with the air Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-17623446598479950342012-08-04T16:23:00.004-05:002012-08-04T16:23:25.046-05:00Overheard in the Wolfe House #188Peggy: What is with all these crazy girls?
Michael: They're not all crazy. But the ones that are are all kinds of crazy.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-69111433813989169762012-08-01T18:48:00.003-05:002012-08-01T18:49:14.494-05:00Overheard in the Wolfe House #187Paige: So am I making dinner tonight?
Peggy: Oh, could you? That would be great.
Sam: I know what that means ....
Peggy: Yep, Korean food!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-62052223012108502492012-07-30T21:39:00.001-05:002012-07-30T21:39:12.524-05:00See Sam Run as an e-bookComing soon. So excited to join the digital revolution.
That is all.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-8904167363269532782012-07-22T23:04:00.005-05:002012-07-22T23:04:54.760-05:00Overheard in the Wolfe House #186Paige (emerging from bedroom): Is he wailing?
[Sam (upstairs): Kitty! Oh, no!]
Peggy: Yes, I've been listening. I think I hear him laughing. (shouting upstairs) Sam, what's going on?
Sam (shouting downstairs): The cat is drinking from my toilet.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-83495108906482222582012-07-16T23:09:00.000-05:002012-07-16T23:12:31.761-05:00On writing, on reading and The MaybornPeople often ask artists who has influenced their work -- musicians, painters, sculptors, filmmakers, writers. It's a tough question to escape. I've asked it, but not too often, because I've found that many good artists don't seem keen on bringing that kind of consciousness to their work.
I write intuitively, too. I try to edit consciously. And editing often seems to be slightly under the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-29397152593687568622012-07-14T21:20:00.000-05:002012-07-14T21:20:00.524-05:00Overheard in the Wolfe House #185Peggy (obnoxiously checking voice mail on speaker at the dinner table): Hmmm.
Paige (listening in): Well, way to go Mom. You got a call from a famous person.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-26970377496391844282012-07-10T21:47:00.003-05:002012-07-10T21:47:47.379-05:00Caramel PopcornI cannot believe I have not shared this recipe earlier, at least before I shared Parmesean Rosemary Popcorn.
When I was a teenager, I tried to make caramel popcorn by making the caramel recipe in Joy of Cooking and pouring it over the popcorn. We always had to eat it fast, because by morning, the brown sugar returned. Instead of caramel-coated kernels, they would be more like brown-sugar dusted.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-63511549596436003472012-07-08T13:37:00.003-05:002012-07-08T13:37:39.553-05:00Melon PopsI hauled off a 10-pound watermelon from the farmer's market last week. We ate some straight, the seed-spitting way. We made salad. We made granita. I couldn't find the melon pop recipe. I thought I'd lifted it from epicurious or Martha Stewart websites, but I couldn't re-trace my steps.
I remembered that Sam really liked them and when that happens, I usually write it down. Found it in the recipeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-38253795371290779212012-07-05T22:24:00.002-05:002012-07-05T22:24:36.123-05:00Ok, I'm just going to come out and say it ...When I wrote See Sam Run, I was filled with gratitude, and no small measure of awe, for the teachers and administrators of Argyle schools. It took a team to get Sam to high school graduation and we passed out nearly 250 "Team Sam" buttons to all those people who made it happen.
It started with Gaye Pittman, principal of Argyle Elementary, who turned off the school bells because they bothered SamAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-68815602012107076022012-07-02T23:17:00.003-05:002012-07-02T23:43:23.942-05:00Puffs-o-honeyA friend brought a jar of honey by today. Making a batch of Puffs-o-honey had been on my to-do list ever since we left Trader Joe's two weekends ago loaded with all kinds of items for the pantry, including four bags of puffed grains.
I would have bought Puffs n'Honey if they'd had it. It's made by the Bread Shop, but I don't know any retailers that carry it here.
It's hard to get even Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-70979375842861640822012-07-02T22:51:00.002-05:002012-07-02T22:51:52.323-05:00Overheard in the Wolfe House #184Peggy (after nearly bumping into Sam hustling through the kitchen to the laundry room): Uh, pardon me.
Sam: I'm not pie. I'm a man on a mission.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-1181726583770867132012-07-01T12:06:00.002-05:002012-07-01T12:09:48.461-05:00Writing Prompt #17The final entry in Sam's summer school journal:
I feel usually excited before I go camping. I can roast marshmallows, stick them on a chocolate on a Graham Cracker, put the other Graham Cracker on top of it, and then eat it. -- July 24, 2002
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-23092233708450111922012-06-30T16:16:00.003-05:002012-07-01T12:09:38.941-05:00Writing Prompt #16, secret to coolnessThe penultimate entry in Sam's summer school journal:
If I could change my name, I would change it to Donald Duck because of my middle name and it sounds very cool. Donald Duck turns out to be a cartoon, but he is erasable! -- July 22, 2002
From "How to Draw Guide," learn to draw Donald Duck.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-35179636035724452262012-06-29T19:47:00.004-05:002012-07-01T12:09:24.071-05:00Writing Prompt #15From Sam's summer school journal, proving metaphorical questions do not have to be answered metaphorically.
I would rather be a passenger on the plane because I look rather young to be the pilot. -- July 19, 2002
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-86024910238523769882012-06-28T19:09:00.004-05:002012-07-01T12:09:11.132-05:00Writing Prompt #14From Sam's summer school journal, previously unknown occupational aspirations:
It would be a lot of fun to work at the zoo. The best part of the job is that I would keep the endangered species away from everyone. I would also feed all the animals from outside of their space. -- July 28, 2002Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085333433385527564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183827427398421591.post-65524977451210465132012-06-27T21:07:00.003-05:002012-07-01T12:08:59.108-05:00Writing Prompt #13From Sam's summer school journal -- problem-solving that need for another big plate of red ants:
I would find an orange because it tastes probably good for ants. Perhaps roast beef, ants would probably love to eat meat. Or even bacon, bacon would appear very sweet to humans, but very good to ants. -- July 17, 2002
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