Monthly Archives: December 2009

Nothing.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Nothing,” he says. And we both know that he’s full of shit, although only one of us has any clue to what extent.  And it’s not me. He folds his arms across his chest, a visual … Continue reading

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I’m In The Mood

I am absolutely over the moon that today is Christmas Eve. Jared and I both have to work today, but tonight we’ll go to church with the kids and Hilly.  After church, we’ll come home to have chilli and appetizers, … Continue reading

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For My Very Best Friend

  I never remember to call her on her birthday. Ever. We’ve been friends for 17 years, and I always call the day before or the day after, but never on the actual day.  I’m pretty good at remembering dates, … Continue reading

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Because I can change the world.

We are, I think, as a people, a community of head shakers. We like to stand around and shake our heads and cluck our tongues and admonish the world around us. We are aghast at how bad the world is … Continue reading

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Ten.

As of about two o’clock this morning, I am officially the mother of a ten year old. Ten. One Zero. It now takes two whole digits to accurately describe him.  Or rather, his age.  It obviously takes more than mere … Continue reading

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My very first comma.

When we say we want to be “writers” when we grow up, we imagine ourselves as a slightly shorter version of Carrie Bradshaw. Or, at least, I do.  I mean, the woman had an insane shoe collection and lived in … Continue reading

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Beneath The Surface

I keep thinking about all those stupid metaphors that talk about the work that goes on beneath the surface. The graceful duck that glides along the surface of a pond, furiously paddling its webbed feet underneath the water… The deceptive … Continue reading

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The Guilt

We never believe our own mothers. She tells us the world is round, and we roll our eyes at the very idea that she would know anything about the size or shape of the world.  But when Mrs. Smith shows … Continue reading

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