Last night, the Nearly Perfect Husband came huffing and puffing into the Living Room. He was snow-covered and holding a shovel in his hand.... Read More
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… on ‘cooking’ and cooking
Marshal Dillon Dingle does not cook. Oh, sure. Sometimes Marshal Dillon Dingle thinks about cooking. Photographic proof: See? But, in actuality he does not really... Read More
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… on real life magic (and joy)
It’s snowing again. This time, the weather prognosticators are saying we’ll get another foot, maybe more, on top of the three feet we got... Read More
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… on a morning in chic and trendy dunstable
This morning we woke up to blue skies in Chic and Trendy Dunstable and, after dropping Self-Proclaimed Perfect Boy Gabe off at school, I... Read More
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… on a theory of relativity and ‘the great blizzard of 2015’
When we moved to Australia in 1995, ‘we’ were me, the Nearly Perfect Husband, First Born Mac (then 2 1/2) and Number One Son Sam (having... Read More
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… on growing up, and *really* growing up
When Will I Grow Up? “When will I grow up?” She asked of the sky And the sky gazed down “Oh, my dear child,... Read More
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… good (frigid) morning maine
In Maine, my bedroom windows face a body of water known as Townsend Gut. I know, I know. I’ve said before that it’s not... Read More
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… on a quiet word to music parents (shhh, don’t tell!)
Okay. Firstly…. Breathe. It looks like little Johnny’s or Susie’s interest in the drums, or sax, or bass… Or guitar, or piano, or clarinet,... Read More
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… on journals and the phases of grief (for…journaling)
The other day a friend said to me something I have heard many, many times in my life. She said, “Well, you are really... Read More
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… on a christmas eve visit
This Christmas Eve, I am taking a little break from wrapping and laughing and family and friends. I have a very important little human... Read More
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… on hugs from a room
I have had not a lot, and I’ve had a lot. I kind of like the ‘a lot’. Not talking about stuff here. I’m talking... Read More
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… on finding the magic each year
I have a tin calendar hanging on my wall. It’s one of those Christmas countdown calendars, and has a vintage-y image of Santa carefully... Read More