September 24, 2011
I’m still feeling disgruntled.
That’s a good word, yes? It straddles the line between cheerful irritation and honest upset. Disgruntled. The guy who goes postal is disgruntled. So is the lady at the deli counter who wants the low-sodium sliced turkey that happens to be sold out.
I’m trying very hard to be present around my kids, [...]
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September 16, 2011
When she wants to teach me a lesson or when she’s had maybe a little bit too much of my bullshit, she speaks in parables. She sasses me, tweaks me until I’m squirming and I admit that maybe, yes, OK, I’m being too (fill-in-the-blank) about the situation.
But this week, when I told her about the pit inside [...]
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