Momof4istired
Yesterday afternoon, as I drove to pick up my children from school, I came across an old lady laying in the middle of the road. Now, these are the sorts of things that happen to me regularly, in case you are wondering. If there is chaos, if there is mayhem to be stumbled upon, if […]
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Mama, are you all wrong today? Did you make a mess of the morning? Are you red-faced screaming at the bottom of the stairs? We’re late! For godssake can’t we ever be on time anymore? Zipping coats angrily and tying up laces in fast frustration. I’m so tired. So. Tired. Is your patience gone, at the surface and […]
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It was the wide, open back door that I noticed first. The curtains were billowing out on the deck, in the breeze and our little orange cat was sitting outside, in the sun. “Why is the sliding door open?” I asked my 9 year old son, who was stretched out on the couch, playing video […]
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At some time or another, you will lose hope. Life will get hard, there will be tragedy. A lover will move away, a brother will die. You will hear bad news. You will lose your job. You will be dealt a heavy blow. Around your house, the surface of everything will feel the same to […]
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How to be a perfect woman First, you must be willing. Willing to hide away the things you know and defer to a man’s concept of the world, or maybe every man’s concept, if you are really ambitious. Next, turn on the television. Go to the movie theater and sit through every film, at every […]
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On our second anniversary, we left the country. And as we drove down I-96, over the Ambassador Bridge, from Detroit into Ontario, we fought all the way. We argued over which way to go, when to leave, the best radio channel for 1990’s grunge hits. We argued over who argued more, who was the difficult […]
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It’s my daughter’s YouTube debut. She’s wearing a plaid bow tie strapped to the collar of her My Chemical Romance t-shirt and her hair is plastered to her forehead, as though she is channeling her inner Paul McCartney (late 60’s Paul, not Paul McCartney with Wings Paul). She turns the camera on with one hand […]
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I heard something strange in the doctor’s voice that made me look up from the “Your Child’s Eyes” brochure that I had been distractedly skimming. “Hmmm?” I murmured softly, half-listening but lifting my head. “What’s that?” “We should dilate his eyes today, just to be safe.” She repeated to me, as she reached up into […]
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“Oh, Jake,’ Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.” Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me. “Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?” —From The Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway When I was […]
Continue readingAs we settle into the armpit of summer, where it is hot and sweaty and very dark, I am finding it difficult to muster the energy to even pen these words to you. Perhaps it is merely the fact that I must fugitively plunk away at these laptop keys from my hiding spot here, in […]
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