The day after Jack’s Crazy Cool and Magical Proposal (totally earned ‘proper title’ status), I woke up super early… like 4:20 a.m. early. It... Read More
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… on the potential promotion of a half kid (part three)
When last I left you, I’d picked up the ring and all who knew squealed and May was upon us with long drives and... Read More
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… on the potential promotion of a half kid (part two)
Okay, I am so sorry I’m late. And I swear to Gawd that I was not being coy or trying to create dramatic tension (at... Read More
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… on scheduling nothing
Years ago, when JoHn and I were both still working bazillion hour weeks and juggling our careers with two, then three kids, we would schedule days... Read More
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… on texts that require little explanation
Gabe is grey. I am blue (and also, apparently, green). I was going to put this here for the last bubbles only. The ones about... Read More
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… on memories (appetizers and meals)
We all have them, those iconic pics in our lives. Often not the wedding or baby or family pics taken by professional photographers at... Read More
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… on craze and contemplation; last leaving the nest
My life has been reduced to piles. And boxes. And more piles. And a list (or seven). This month, Number One Son Sam will... Read More
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… on memories of an old yankee man
Oh, the forbidden… How it draws us. Forbidden people. Forbidden activities. Forbidden… Garages. A little over a week ago, a large dumpster arrived on... Read More
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… on a multimedia behavioral study (ish)
I just read another one of the bazillion (or so) articles out there that point to the internet or social media or access to a keyboard,... Read More
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… on sweet snow… and snow
Yesterday morning, JoHn and I woke up and decided to head over to Cafe du Monde. Our flight didn’t leave until noon, and... Read More
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… on clouds in my coffee (and everywhere else)
Yesterday we boarded a plane to New Orleans, where Number One Son Sam has a big and huge requirement before he graduates from Loyola... Read More
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… on an easter challenge accepted
Every Easter Sunday morning since First Born Mac was puny (pew-knee), there has been a rather loud and massive hunt for candy. The Easter... Read More