“A good mother raising two or three children does a more creative job than a sculptor doing one of the most famous statues in the world.”
Dr Benjamin Spock during an interview with Lotta Dempsey heard here on CBC.
Category Archives: Quote
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Swearing
On the subject of swearing, I read something hilarious and I’ve repeated it to at least two people. (Otherwise, I never remember jokes. Why did the chicken cross the road? I don’t know. And the blonds… there are only two I know, the one who puts white out on her screen, and the other who [...]
“What does he do?”
When I was young, one of the first things my Dad would ask me, when I mentionned a new friend, was: “What does her dad do?”. So, I’d go back to sckool and dutifully ask my friend what her dad did. Then if I remembered, I’d report back to my Dad. Then he’d ask me [...]
Reading
Last week was a week off from University, normally called a reading week. I have a very light load this semester, and so did reading that had nothing to do with my courses. I picked up My Life in Paris by Julia Child and defended its choice as Life List material (read 100 biographies). It [...]
Sunday evening
It’s Sunday evening and Christian and I are wrapped up in blankets catching the Academy Awards. We’re freezing because the windows were open most of the afternoon downstairs, as I was “frosting” glass for our new entryway light. John comes and goes and eventually appears without his beard and it looks like he just hit [...]
Reading
The irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating — in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier [...]
Reading
Taken from Zadie Smith’s book, Changing My Mind wherein she quotes As We Were on “the problem of growing old”:
Unfortunately there comes to the majority of those of middle age an inelasticity not of the physical muscle and sinew alone but of mental fibre. Experience has its dangers: it may bring wisdom, but it may [...]
Reading
A novel. I indulged for the holidays. They’re over. Back to non-fiction.
Does it ever give thee pause, that men used to have a soul – not by hearsay alone, or as a figure of speech; but as a truth that they knew, and acted upon! Verily it was another world then… but yet it is [...]