From the monthly archives:

August 2009

Deep Breaths

August 31, 2009

When I wrote about how I reached my breaking point last week, I was feeling raw and defeated.
Truth be told, I have a long and varied history with chronic depression. It is a disease that probably had its grip on me even as a young child.
That’s hard to admit, but when  48 women raise their [...]

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Unbalanced

August 28, 2009

Last night I had a major meltdown. The kind of meltdown that starts with a small thing, a tease or a joke that would normally roll off your back.
But it doesn’t roll off your back. Instead, you find yourself yelling at the top of your lungs while your husband dusts the floorboards and your kids [...]

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Five

August 26, 2009

Today is the fifth anniversary of my father’s death.
Every year, this day comes—and every year I am surprised by its power. This morning was like any other weekday in our house: The Poo woke up and came for a cuddle, The Babyman threw his banana on the floor and laughed like a deranged monkey.
My husband [...]

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The Reader

August 25, 2009

If boasting turns you off, here’s your chance to look away.
Usually, Mr. C brings The Poo to school in the morning and I pick her up. Yesterday, he needed to go sell a kidney to pay for sign for our health insurance for the semester, so I had the task of dropping her off.
She hopped [...]

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Nap Attack

August 24, 2009

I talk about The Babyman’s sleep habits a lot. Specifically, his naps.
With his health issues and terrible reflux as an infant, his sleep was always hard-won and therefore, very precious. The first five weeks of his life were miserable for everyone—especially The Babyman. His undiagnosed laryngomalacia and resulting reflux combined to make him scream bloody [...]

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Ballad Of A Babyman

August 20, 2009

Two weeks ago I surrendered my Nikon D80 to the fine folks at BestBuy. The auto-focus wasn’t working.
Now, if you know anything about the D80, you know that this is a camera meant to be used on manual. Any photographer worth her salt could cope with using the manual focus. So why didn’t I just [...]

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Until Next Year

August 18, 2009

We’re home now, back in our house on the prairie.
All we have left of Cape Cod are the shells we collected, hard and ridged oysters stacked atop smooth, striated clams. The same shells that posed such a threat to wee, tender toes are now lonesome reminders of a summer spent by the sea.
Our vacation was [...]

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Revelations

August 12, 2009

The Babyman and I took a walk today.
We strolled up our street and into the swank housing development across the main road. We walked and we talked and we watched the butterflies flutter by.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. Then we played in the back yard for awhile. He got soaked in the water table, I [...]

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Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before

August 11, 2009

Sometimes I forget about my blog.
Sometimes, like when I’m in the lobby of my daughter’s new preschool for open house, I totally forget that I spill my guts (or my bag) to the Interwebz, like the Crazy McCrazerston that I am. How I tell the Interwebz that I have a giant ingrown pubic hair or [...]

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Twelve

August 10, 2009

It was hot that day, so I ordered a pineapple smoothie.
I played with the straw nervously after we shook hands, choosing a small, black table outside, under the awning. Inside, lithe girls with long, straight hair and white aprons stood behind a pastry counter, their bangs lifting ever so slightly in the breeze from the [...]

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