• Image of book similar to that read by DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley
    What Not to Say

    The Worst Book I’ve Read in a Long Time

    Dear book club: I’m sorry I’m slamming our book. I know most of you also disliked it, so that helps. But if you liked it, if you got something out of it – that’s great. It’s just that, well…..I hated it. “Girl, Wash Your Face” is the worst book I’ve read in a long time. It’s been slammed elsewhere, which I didn’t know when I started reading the book. So maybe this review isn’t super unique, but I still have to add my two cents. The book, which is a kind of self-improvement book, centers around the idea that each one of us can decide to be happy. As the…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley's Clark family in pool
    Family & Friends

    The Clark Family

    “Austin can’t come to the phone right now,” my aunt Nancy said to me. “He’s skinny dipping in the pool. I told him he needs to do it fast because the girls will be out there soon!” I laughed, and I could see the smile on her face as well. “Okay, well can I talk to Claire or Tommy?” I asked. In the background, Claire ran by and said, “I can’t talk now!” as she fell over laughing about something. I could see her performing some sort of skit (or dance?) for my Aunt Terry. They were both laughing, and Claire’s enthusiasm was matched by Terry’s. Nancy yelled for Tommy…

  • Austin Brimley playing hockey with DC Widow blog writer Marjorie Brimleys husband Shawn
    Family & Friends

    The Fans in the Stands

    “Nice shot Claire!” yelled the man sitting next to me. I barely knew him, but he was a parent of another girl on the basketball team. The shot had actually bounced off the rim of the basketball hoop, but this random father was still yelling encouragement to Claire. She looked in our direction. I gave her a thumbs-up. As I’ve written about before, sports are not my thing. I don’t know the first thing about whether my kid is off-sides or needs to go back and tag first base before running to second. I don’t watch sports and apart from a brief stint as a cheerleader, I don’t play them…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley's son Austin in a waterfall
    Parenting

    Our Trip to the Waterpark

    For some reason, my kids’ school decided that this year there would be a mid-winter break in addition to all of the other breaks. Of course, I did basically no planning for it because I am barely managing to keep our regular life going, much less organize some big trip. A little over a week ago, I realized that I had no plans for the kids – not even a day trip. So I went online and looked for something fun for us to do. I found an indoor waterpark with an attached hotel. Lots of my kids’ friends were going somewhere much more exciting – to grandma’s house or…

  • Claire Brimley daughter of DC widow blog writer Marjorie performs in musical
    Parenting

    The Ensemble

    Over the past month, my family life has been a bit consumed by the elementary school play, James and the Giant Peach.  Claire tried out in the late fall and was cast as part of the ensemble.  Since then, she’s had frequent practices after school. This has required a lot of coordination.  The boys finish school at 3:15 and my dad gets them, but then I need to make sure I wrap up everything at work in order to get Claire whenever her rehearsal finishes.  Or – more likely – I ask someone to get her.  In the weeks leading to the performance, the play seemed to take over our…

  • DC widow blogger Marjorie Brimley hugs her daughter Claire
    New Perspectives

    The Spelling Bee

    “The word is ‘universe,’” the judge said clearly. Claire took a deep breath.  “Universe.  U….n…i…” she paused for a second, and then started drawing the letters in the air.  “V….e…r…s…e.  Universe.” “That’s correct,” the judge said.  Claire smiled, and walked quickly back to her seat. I waved at her as she sat down and she gave me a big smile.  She’d made it through round 2 of her school’s spelling bee.  I didn’t sign Claire up for the spelling bee.  I think she told me about it a month ago, but I promptly forgot.  I mean, like I need one more thing to worry about.  But then the day before…