A picture is indeed worth a thousand words by Rochelle Stewart Rubino

I take a lot of pictures on my iPhone. I love the ability to quickly grab my phone and snap away at some of the fun moments of mommyhood. I think they tell a pretty interesting story. Sometimes, I post some of them to Facebook, but at other times, I don’t what to inundate my friends’ newsfeeds with photos of my little darlings. So, without further ado, here’s a photo blog of some everyday moments in life with my children.

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I love free events that provide entertainment for my children, so when I heard about Melrose’s DPW day, I didn’t delay! Gianna was thrilled to bounce in all of the bouncy houses provided and enjoyed sitting in plow trucks galore. She even had her first ambulance experience (one that did spike mommy’s blood pressure!).  Vinny was content as ever to sit in his stroller, just taking it all in while munching on his hummus sandwich.  Add sunshine and some good friends and you’ve got the makings of one glorious morning.



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A backyard, nice weather, children, and a new play structure give a few mommies the chance to sit at a patio set and enjoy a glass of wine. Yes, the kids started off having to learn to share and take turns on the swings, but eventually the toddlers ironed out the kinks and played together happily. And even Vinny “played” with the kiddos.

Check out more of Rochelle's thoughts at http://enteringmommyhood.wordpress.com

2014: My year at home

It is hard to believe that New Year’s Day was almost 6 months ago.  I wrote this prompt the first week of the year and returned to it this week to edit.  It’s always so funny to look back at what the year ahead seemed like before it had really begun. 

1/6/14 Imagine that you are moving and shoved in the bottom of an old box is a photograph you had totally forgotten about.  On the back in your handwriting is the phrase “2014, the year of _____” Describe the photo and fill in the blank.  

I pulled out pile after pile of old tax papers, instructions, warrantees, and photographs.  As I set them beside me they splayed over the floor creating a mass of frustration.   But one photo caught my eye.  I smiled as I picked it up.  I was of my son James as a toddler.  He and I were going sledding in old cardboard boxes from Costco.  I turned the picture over and on the back I had scratched, “2014, the year of home.”  

As I mechanically began to straighten and sort the piles I reflected on the image and the year.  I had taken an extended maternity leave from work that year.  2014 has been a year when I let go of my teens, my 20s, my career and embarked upon what was likely the second third of my life.  

For most of my life my personality had made me task oriented, high achieving and career minded.  But after the birth of my little girl, I realized that my career needed to be put on hold for a bit. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to work.  I love being a teacher, it’s just that I needed to learn how to be at home, how to teach my own kids.  I had no idea how challenging this would prove to be or how rewarding.  

That photograph was important to me because it captured a turning point.  I had always seen home as a static place.  An oasis, the eye of a storm, the shelter from rain.  My frustration was that I had a hard time keeping it that way.  I’d tidy everything up and get my ducks in a row only to realize that I wasn’t a good enough home maker to keep out the storm.  It was maddening.  Something was always “going wrong.” Things were constantly falling apart. I grasped at little moments of peace and quiet. But deep down I just wanted to go back to work where I could accomplish something.  

That day while sledding I decided to let it go. I wanted to stop obsessing over what might happen if I didn’t do things right.  I plowed down that hill with my little boy, free to giggle and laugh heedless of how long we stayed or how fast we managed to go.  And as we walked home I realized that it was more than just a house or apartment.  The expectations and assumptions of “homemaking” that had held me hostage began to loosen their grip. I payed no heed to the rings of ice trying to handcuff my wrists and ankles where my gloves didn’t quite cover and my socks didn’t exactly protect. 

2014 was full of adventure. Watching my kids grow inch by inch, pound by pound.  I found that home isn’t a museum full of perfect tableaus it is a place for living and moving forward despite missteps, missing socks, misinterpretations, miscues, any form of mistake or misunderstanding.  Home is never the same two days in a row, it isn’t a formula or mold or diorama.  Home is a canvas upon which we cast the art of our day to day lives.  It can be beautiful or frightful.  But there is no place that I would rather be.  

Braids and Being by Jane Dietrich

The opening reception for my sister’s art show was last Saturday and it was truly amazing.  Here are some pictures of her sculptures and the inspiration behind them:

These three works were inspired by my studies this past summer in Salzburg, Austria. I traveled to many churches and historic sites; in each I saw how clearly art was used as a means to worship God. Moved by what I saw, I chose to focus on representing the Trinity for this project. 

These pieces are abstractions of braided forms to show how the Trinity comes together as three Persons in one Being. In these three sculptures I abstracted the braid to represent how humans can never fully know God. Each piece is also inspired by the movements of dancers to convey the communion of the three persons of the Trinity coming together in various ways. While working I kept in mind the symbols the Church often uses to represent the Trinity as well such as waves, fire, birds, and trees. 

I used marble sculpture for my project because the carving process beautifully represents how God refines humans. The idea of what the piece will look like when finalized changes dozens of times throughout the process. But, with each change came a more balanced product. As the sculpture neared completion, the veining came out and showed a greater intricacy that contributed to the beauty of the created form. The natural complexity of the veining and hand-created form brought a depth to the work that fittingly shows how we relate to the Trinity.

For further information about Jane’s work please contact me via the pennedbutnotpublished facebook page.  

My First Car

I got the following prompt from my dynamic duo writing partner last week and am only now finishing it up, but I thought I'd share it because it's a stroll down memory lane...enjoy:)


Describe a “first” (first apartment, first kiss, first time driving a car, first lie, first big success, first roller coaster ride, first time in this setting). Include as many details as possible, being sure to include an aspect relating to each of the five senses.)

Thinking about my first car makes me feel old.  It wasn’t that long ago but the memory is back behind work, grad school and even college.  The memory of my first car is nestled right in the high school part of my brain that seems a world away from the routines of my life these days.




  The car was a Chevy Lumina.  My Tutu Wahini (grandmother) left it to me when she died.  I drove it up from Newport News, VA my junior year.  gas was     $.98 a gallon.  Having my own car was pure freedom.  My grandmother had put quite a few dings in the side of it as her eyesight failed but the dents and scratches did not bother me at all.  In fact, I kind of liked them because they felt like a license to not be too careful.  Who is going to notice one new wrinkle in a sea of nicks and bruises?  
One of the “dings” that I created in my very first, very traumatic fender bender was that the metal near the front left wheel was bent in and would grind against the hubcap if I took left hand turns to strongly.  The resulting sound made nails on a chalkboard seem calming.  The screech and scream of metal on metal was deafening.  And the smell of hot metal would waft through the vents really adding some drama to even a short outing.
The seats of the car were a plush cloth material and the model I inherited even had the comfort of carpeted floors and door panels. The steering will had a manual tilt feature that was awesome for finding the perfect angle at which to grip the wheel.
The car did not had a working radio and tape deck but I always brought my boom box with me and strapped it into the middle seat so that I could listen to my CDs.  It was nice and close and when strapped in would not slide around when I was trying to find a track or turn up the volume.  Probably the most frequently played CDs on my drives in the Lumina would be James Taylor Live, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, and the Josie and The Pussycats’ soundtrack (oh man that is more embarrassing to admit that I had anticipated.  My only hope is that most of you, never made the mistake of watching Josie and the Pussycats the movie.)  I’ve got really eclectic taste, what can I say?

Ironically, the very same huge CD case still accompanies me in my 2007 Volvo replete with 2 car seats and a trunk full of strollers.  I know that there is an adapter and I can hook up my iPhone but I always forget. Besides I warned my son that texting is against the law, I’m not really sure how that came up but it did,  it’s never too early to start teaching safety anyway, if I even touch my phone in the car he warns me about the police who could come get me.
It makes me think about how much things have changed and yet how little.  I still feel so blessed to have the freedom to get in a car and set off wherever, whenever I want (being mindful of meal times, nap times and bed times of course.) My taste is still eclectic, Book One of the Redwall Series, Hot 96.9 or memory verse songs for kids are a few of the many many sounds that may greet you when you enter my car, but that’s me...all over the place.  The difference is that I’m older.  I’m slower.  I’ve realized that every red light is not about stopping me from getting where I am going.  In fact, nothing is really about getting me where I am going.  There are a million places I might be headed for a million reasons but now in my mind the important things is getting back home safe and sound.
And in that sense getting older isn’t so bad at all.  I mean, don’t rush to get here kids, being an adult is exhausting!  But now that I’ve grown up some, I have many, many more years of throwbacks I can enjoy.  I have two kids who love to go on adventures with me, despite the fact that I’m their super goofy mom.  I have a husband who is a much better driver than me, who can fix whatever is wrong with my car, and who smiles every time I come home to him.  Those things are worth every wrinkle and dent time has put on my face.

Anna Paddock and Paul Simon

Tomorrow I have the wonderful privilege of performing one of my songs as an opening act for PAUL SIMON at the Beacon Theatre in New York City. 

Here are the lyrics for the song I will sing:

To listen to a demo of the song, click on this link or copy and paste it into your browser:

http://www.annapaddock.com/music.html

HOME AWAY FROM HOME  © 2013 – Anna Paddock

I could feel the wind change direction when you'd walk through the door

And I had my first taste of perfection when we kissed on your bedroom floor

I'll admit that I fell a little harder than I should have

But I don't regret any of it, I'd do it again if I could, 'cause you were my

Home away from home

Just knowing that you were alive made me less alone, 'cause you were my

Home away from home

I could feel your heart change direction on that cold November day

And I had my first taste of rejection when I couldn't make you stay

I'll admit that I fell a little harder than I should have

But do you regret any of it, would you do it again if you could? 'Cause you were my

Home away from home

Just knowing that you were alive made me less alone

Now it's been a hundred days and a thousand miles

And I'm still driving away from my home away from...

Home away from home, you were my

Home away from home

Knowing that you were alive made me less alone, 'cause you were my

Home away from home

I could feel the wind change direction when you'd walk through the door