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I miss my husband.He’s still here, and I’m still here, but I just miss him.We go to soccer together, softball together, eat dinner, and talk about bills together, but I…
I suppose works of art move people in different ways.They can make you wonder in clouds of blue.They can flood in memories of white-washed front porches and smells of Hydrangea after…
“Mommy. . . ” she asked as she sprawled over the couch, “Can I ummm. . . .call my friend Emily?”I opened my mouth to say “Yes.”, but there was a…
I’m on a diet. Hence the muffin-athon. It’s not what you think. I really am trying to lose weight. 10 pounds by Valentines Day. So that I can be extra…
I’m such a muffin whore. I mean hoard. Muffin hoard. I hoard muffins.Honestly, I don’t know where my mind has been lately.Off daydreaming about the upcoming Valentine’s Day Parajumpers Sverige…
Ever call your kid a hooker to her first grade teacher, on accident?And then have to tell your husband, because he is the father of said child.A father who very…
It’s 5 days after Christmas.We are still eating leftovers. I feel a little guitly.Not guilty enough to resume large family dinners with 5 and 6 courses. But guilty still the…
I had a nightmare.I was walking on a long isolated sidewalk, in front of the coastline that was lined with tall Elizabethan buildings. My pace was quick, urgent. I was…
I was lying in the bed, totally beat. The day was long, the children were bad (well THEY weren’t bad, they just did VERY BAD things), and the house looked liked a…
My flat iron just bit the dust.It’s the second one in the last two months to meet such a fate. The fourth over the last 4 years. And that darn…