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The pitfalls of having a blond mom
Spring break! I took Friday off so the boys and I could conjure up something to do between their work and social schedules. We were free and clear by 3:30 p.m. and as the boys showered and change their clothes, I shout out activity options. Slim pickings, until . .…
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Break it down . . .
It’s pretty simple, really. I am impressed by your journey, your calling and the struggles you have gone through to get where you are at. I see the child inside you and your playful soul and your fears and doubt. And I adore that. I am not impressed by who…
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Grandma’s pillow cases
I change the pillow cases, at first tossing aside two allegedly clean ones that are yellowed by time because they look bad. But then I smell one and it smells like my Grandma Bland’s sheets and it’s been so very long since I’ve smelled that and then so does the…
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Strangers
I was recalling earlier today the woman in the waiting room at the doctor’s office when my mom frantically hustled me in for the fever and abdominal pain I was suffering from at age 16. The pain came and went, but the sickness showed all over me. There were many…
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Kiss me I’m Irish
“It’s heinous.” “Yeah! I know, right? Where ya been? Coming to visit for St. Paddy’s Day? My grandma’s birthday and my aunt’s birthday . . . big day for my family. Woohoo!” “Right. Hope it’s a nice weekend.” “You going to be here? No? Wondering, now, on FB if anyone…
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12 minutes of getting it
Granted the day did not start so hot. I had weird freaking work dreams all night and when I dragged my sorry ass out of bed after hitting the snooze twice, I still could have sworn it was the middle of the night and I must have acted as if…
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Touch of Gray
I feel funky today, as if drugged or something but I’m not drugged. I can’t decide whether I feel good or bad, but at least I feel something, I guess. I drove in because this afternoon/evening I need to take photos before a basketball game in another town that I…
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Whatsoever you do . . .
In the quiet of my bedroom I can scream “Ah-SHIT!” when I sneeze all I want. One more family tradition ready to be passed on. It’s bedtime as I write this and my neck has a crick in it from arching my body over Dez and chatting while he takes…
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Mangled dead guy
Demon Spawn stands on the landing between the first and second floors, the head and torso of a skeleton in one hand, a leg in the other; tattered pieces of fabric are laced through his fingers. “Mina got your dead guy,” he says, holding it up so I can better…
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It’s RV weekend!
Hahahahaha! Oh, ouch. My head! It’s the annual retreat weekend and that means the team is locked away in a Chicago hotel brainstorming . . . and drinking Woodford Reserve and beer and I’m here drinking wine and Brian and I are texting and drunk texting and now, in the…
At Least They're Committed 