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Peter

June 12, 2010

He was the second youngest of five children, or at least he was, when I started babysitting for his family.
He was a skinny kid, with brown hair. He was only 4 years old and he sometimes got lost in the shuffle of the busy household. His older siblings — the eldest was 11, the others [...]

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The Obligatory “They Took Down My Ads” Post

June 3, 2010

So.
I went home for a spell, back to the land of Wegmans and the Great Lakes. I even took the children by myself on an airplane, which is akin to committing ritualistic suicide using a hot poker and rubbing alcohol.
But we made it, there and back. The kids were rock stars and ate up all [...]

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He’s A Very Good Co-Worker

May 4, 2010
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Tripped Up

April 29, 2010

In a stunningly apt metaphor, I tripped going down the stairs going from the public library to the parking lot Wednesday.
I was juggling my messenger bag stuffed with papers and my laptop, my phone and my jacket. It was nippy that morning but by afternoon the sun was shining hard and hot. A kindly woman [...]

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Welcome to Body Dysmorphic Monday!

April 26, 2010

I am so sick of my clothes.
No, seriously, my clothes can suck it. It’s spring here on the prairie and my wardrobe is in transition and I FUCKING HATE IT.
Did you get that?
I put on three outfits this morning: One made me look like the mascot for the Syracuse University Orange, one showed my kangaroo [...]

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Committed

April 9, 2010

It’s one of those times when you have to close your eyes.
There are uncontrollable circumstances all around me and I find myself bound and gagged by the increasing visibility of my real life online. I’m not hidden anymore. I no longer have the freedom to let loose my demons here. I can’t share my fears [...]

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Understudy

March 12, 2010

This week was a total clusterfuck.
No, seriously. It just was, trust me. I’ll spare you the details (which included vomit in the car, oh yes, vomit IN THE CAR) but suffice to say it was one of those times when I wish I had an understudy.
You know, someone I could call to show up and [...]

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Crooked Road

February 7, 2010

I’m sitting at the Opryland Hotel and Resort in Nashville.
It’s Sunday, and everything is closed. All the bloggers have gone home. My new friend is in an airport in Ohio. The lovely ladies who ferried me here by car should be more than halfway back to Chambana now.
I am sitting at a metal table, one [...]

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Imposter

February 3, 2010

In about 11 hours I’ll be on the road to Nashville.
I’d planned to come back home to Chambana the same way I left: In the car, with two of my pals. Instead, sometime on Sunday I’ll board a plane for Los Angeles.
A little ditty I wrote up over here in about 30 minutes last week [...]

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Up Late

November 13, 2009

I can’t sleep.
Mr. C is out of town for the evening, and I find slumber elusive when he’s not here. I’m watching late-night TV, meandering around the Internet, sneaking milk chocolate-covered caramels furtively, looking over my shoulder even though no one is here to see me.
The children are asleep in their beds. The Poo fell [...]

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