A few weeks ago, I got a call from a very important Niece who happens to be the Mom of two very important Practice... Read More
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… on the who outside the bathroom door
Late this morning, I was in the bathroom with, I’m ashamed to say, my phone, when I saw the screen light up with a... Read More
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… on cracks and crack ups
This was a very crack-filled week. As in ‘cracks in the best laid plans’. Not crack, the drug. I just wanted to clarify that... Read More
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… on falling too fast
This is the first September we’ve spent in Maine since we stumbled across The Inn* (and made the ‘holy-cow-can-you-believe-we-are-doing-this decision to buy it) more... Read More
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… on breaking the news
Blaze – looking uncharacteristically disheveled as she blows her coat (big time) – seems to be taking the whole idea of going to hang... Read More
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… on nicknames lived up to
The Disposable Shack. Disposed. Well, not quite. But now I am thinking it was so unfair to refer to this wonderful home as the... Read More
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… on every man for himself
That is not a rat. It’s Tony Soprano, a made man on Southport Island. Tony is, in fact, a mink. An American one. I... Read More
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… on knowing, and *knowing*
Until about twenty minutes ago, I couldn’t look. Totally true. It’s been nearly a week since Sam’s accident down in New Orleans, and all... Read More
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… on the scamp and birthdays
I looked it up. Scamping is being mischievous in an endearing, a playful, or naughty way. Actually, I don’t think ‘scamping’ is a word. Scamp is though. And Marshal... Read More
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… on a trophy (a JPNN Special Monday Edition)
The dark descends, the lights come on. The seats fill. The engine noise – the crowd – starts… swelling, retreating… ebbing, flowing. One song... Read More
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… on five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred… legos
Yesterday, the Nearly Perfect Husband (also known in these parts as ‘Daddy’ (Marshal), ‘Fah-sah’ (Gabe), ‘But Daaaaad’ (Mac), and – depending on what he... Read More
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… on dreams of a garden (wedding)
Yesterday, I was googling away, in total wedding planning mode. The Nearly Perfect Husband walked by as I was looking up “skinny evergreens”. Then... Read More