November 9, 2009
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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October 22, 2009
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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