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The Poo

Maybe We’re Doing Something Right

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We went to our favorite soda fountain this weekend, the one that fits in with my fantasy of what life in a small Midwestern town should be like.
The tin ceiling and gleaming mirrors behind the long marble counter are straight out of set design. The two women who own the shop bustle about delivering meals [...]

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Fiercely

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I’m tired, so tired. But she looks at me, crazy quilt pulled up to her chin.
Just one song? Stay for one song, Mama.
I see myself in the kitchen, standing at the laptop, pounding out 300 words of drivel as she twirls around me.
Read to me, Mama?
No.
Sing with me, Mama?
No.
Can we make brownies, Mama?
No.
I’m busy.
I hate [...]

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Apple For The Teacher

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The Poo holds an apple she picked at the local orchard yesterday, on her first big-kid field trip.

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Promises, Promises

September 1, 2009

When I grow up, I am going to invite my mom and dad on all my dates with my boyfriends, because I am going to live with them forever. Even when I have babies, so mom can take care of my babies when I want to go to the movies.

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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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Girl

July 27, 2009
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Damning With Faint Praise

July 17, 2009

Uncle: So is my sister a good mother to you?
The Poo: Well, she’s not a bad mother.

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We’ll Play This At Her Rehearsal Dinner

July 1, 2009
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Payback

June 29, 2009

The Poo went to a soccer camp two weeks ago—every morning from 9 to 10:30 for a week. The clinic was part of a program that brings coaches over from the UK and travels the nation, putting on these five-day events all over the country.
We started talking in the spring about signing her up for [...]

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How Not To Spend A Summer Day

June 20, 2009

She was fine when she woke up, but a few hours later there was a fever of 102 and vomiting in her pretty pink bed. Birthday parties and splashing in the pool will be missed, a summer’s day spent huddled under heavy covers in her bathrobe.
“Mama, Norah will be so frustrated!” she cries. “I have [...]

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