Comments on: Love is a rebellious bird

By: Tamara Granger

Tamara Granger — Tue, 01 Mar 2011 04:11:31 +0000

When you wrote this the kids were 3 and 1 year old… so far I haven’t seen them attach to a television set or games or cell phones like most kids their age… I read in one of your post that you believe in nurture because you had no nature or something like that..the message I took from that was: I may not have given birth to them but I through love, effort,hard work and the years that I’ll care for them Im gonna leave my imprint in them..is not DNA, it is love that I offer to them… and so far I can see that love (yours and the beloved) all over their faces and expressions your kids seem to be having the most wonderful of chilhoods… fill with love, surrounded by family and friends (even the ones that are gone) beautiful background music and story time-telling. This is a post from 2008, the lil monkey is singing opera at that time everyother american under 18 was dancing and singing High School Musical songs…you can already be proud

By: lulazoid

lulazoid — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 11:17:38 +0000

I linked your post to a Carmen snippet from a Spanish movie.
Our munchkin was riveted although she did not like the singing that much…

By: LesbianDad

LesbianDad — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 10:11:35 +0000

Thank you Kimcambron. You’re very kind. Words like this help me keep thinking I should keep at it, for sure. Thank you.

By: Kimcambron

Kimcambron — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 23:29:25 +0000

I have been following your blog for a while now. Today I feel compelled to post. Your writing is lyrical and beautiful…your photography intimate and joyful. Thanks for sharing both. Your blog is such a lovely trip into something fresh, organic and authentic. I am grateful.

Peace.

By: LesbianDad

LesbianDad — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 23:02:27 +0000

I forsee different variations on the plot over the years. Later, I'd like to make the point that Carmen was a righteous polyamorist who unfortunately partnered up with a posessive misogynist. A good self-defense class might have helped her a bit. This morning I couldn't resist temptation, and I sang her the "Toreador-a don't spit on the floor-a/ use the cuspidor-a/ that's what it's for-a" version of the Toreador song. This ushered in a day's worth of requests for more spit-related humor. If I show her this, I'll be in real trouble, since I know it would take me weeks to even do a simple scale:

By: missbritt

missbritt — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 15:41:53 +0000

Carmen was the first opera I ever saw live. I was 12 I think.

All I remember was how moved I was, and how much my chair shook.

I’m looking back on my Nana’s explanation of what was happening at the time and realize she cleaned things up for me considerably. LOL

By: love.ceej

love.ceej — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 14:23:48 +0000

Oliver! was my first original cast recording on CD. I had bunk beds when I was little, and I used to sing it at the top of my lungs and dance, using my beds as platforms and levels on the stage. The top bunk was Fagin’s place, and the bottom was the street.

(my first record was Prokofiev’s Peter and the Wolf. It’s now on my ipod and I listen to it constantly.

By: lulazoid

lulazoid — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 13:12:53 +0000

It’s true that everything is pretty much sugar-coated in a toddler’s life, when you think about it. Although having seen the youtube clips of the Hamas bunny Assud on Gaza TV (google it), I would dispute my own point.

We are about to launch ourselves on Rumpelstiltskin (puppet theatre next week) so I have unearthed my Ladybird fairytale books. She is still trying to wrap her little mind around the concept of the witch from Hansel and Gretel. Meanwhile our neighbour’s munchkin, who is the same age as mine, asked her mum: how is that the witch was nice initially and then became evil? And is my teacher a witch? One dumbfounded mum.