From the monthly archives:

March 2009

Snips and Snails and Puppydog Tails

March 29, 2009

He is so different.
He doesn’t want to cuddle, even with his mama, unless there is a bottle involved. First thing in the morning, riding high on his daddy’s arm, he greets me with rosy cheeks and a slow, shy smile that finally bursts as bright as the sun shining in our eyes.
I hear them, before [...]

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Fear of the Ball

March 26, 2009

I can’t overcome the feeling that I’m talking to the camera these days.
Like I’m winking at you, making a caustic aside about my life, hyper-aware of how I look on the monitor.
When I started writing—and I use that verb deliberately—it was like talking to myself. It was like the diary I kept for 14 years. [...]

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In Motion

March 25, 2009
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As If It Was The Last

March 24, 2009

My mother’s dog is sick, maybe very sick.
I called my mom yesterday, to ask her a silly question about my stove. Really, it was an excuse to hear her voice. I knew right away that something was wrong.
She told me about the dog’s sudden illness and the vague assessment offered by the vet. Her voice [...]

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Eradicate The R-Word

March 23, 2009

I spend an inordinate amount of time examining my own navel, and worrying away about problems that would seem like minor bumps in the road to some people.
Friday I felt quite blue, as I realized with some finality that we are heading into an unknown future with multiple, moving variables. I felt sorry for myself.
Then, [...]

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Odds N’ Ends

March 22, 2009

Yesterday The Poo and I stole away for some time alone.
We gleefully cruised the aisles of Toys R’ Us, gift cards in our hot little hands, looking for a pool for her Barbies. We found it, and she’s spent at least three hours outside with her ragtag band of dolls—Ariel, the veterinarian (she wore her [...]

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A Prayer Before Dinner

March 21, 2009

Dear God, please keep all the people on the earth safe, and please keep all the restaurants open. I am thankful for my parents.

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Bedtime Stories

March 16, 2009

Mommy, if someone cut off my legs, I wouldn’t be able to walk.
If I had no legs, I would only be able to sit.
Aliens don’t have legs.
So if I cut off my legs, I would look like an alien.

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Extreme Blog Makeover

March 14, 2009

Notice anything different?
Why, no, I haven’t lost weight, but aren’t you sweet? I’m talking about the renovations, silly!
I’ve been pretty down in the dumps lately. I know, I know—I’m really good at hiding my emotions and putting on a brave face. It’s hard to tell when I’m going through a hard time.
I can’t lie, it’s [...]

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Deep Thoughts By Mrs. Chicken

March 13, 2009

I never had any interest in those retreats, like the ones where you go and visit a monastery, and you’re silent? And everyone else is silent, too?
As in, no one talks at all, at any time, for any reason?
Yeah, I never understood why anyone would want to do that.
Until I became a mother.

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