Summer came to town and we were all caught with our drawers down, or with our comforters up, rather. “The sign by the bank read 86 degrees,” Sean said with awe as he sat down on the front steps. He had shucked his work clothes in exchange for shorts and a tank top. The beer in his hand glistened, slick as it was with plump droplets of sweat. “The first 86 of the season always feels more like 100,” I said trying not to sound whiny, my skin prickly as the familiar all over sweat of muggy east coast summers took root in every one of my 70 inches. The cat wound his body around my ankle and the only thing standing between my…
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I haven’t worked at a lot of places that have participated in the Secret Santa phenomenon. The few times that I have been assigned a person for whom I am to be a Secret Santa I have both loved and hated the experience. Memes are getting to be a bit like that. It’s great to be a part of something and they create a connectivity in the blogging community that can be incredibly rewarding. Yet the chances of really having a mutually satisfying exchange are slim, though nowhere near as disappointing as receiving a colonial themed tart warmer with dinged tarts in exchange for a crisp gift certificate to Williams Sonoma. Mammacheryl from Red Pens & Diapers tagged me for the “8 Random Facts”…
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Last night my longing for my grandfather clung to me, sticky like honey, and refusing to budge. I wept and rocked. I savored old memories, closing my eyes to conjure the sounds and smells of Grandpa. It was no use, last night was heavy with his absence and no amount of wishing on my part was going to change that. Today I am still missing him, but the air has changed. Lush blankets of light are washing over all that I have, chasing away the hazy shadows of what I have lost to another place. Two girls fill the frame, wide open faces, each with a set of dazzling blue eyes, punctuated emphatically with irresistible ringlets, some dark and some golden. They fill me…
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Avery is growing up. It’s just that simple. She stopped drinking the milk I gave the sitter months ago. Eschewing the bottle and demanding graduation to a sippy cup. She says, “No mommy,” with jarring clarity. She also approaches and bestows energetic and deeply meaningful, open-mouth kisses as the spirit moves her. She is utterly captivating and in each moment she breaks my heart. My heart, a muscle and, simply, my core. Sean has explained to me as we work out, that in order to build muscle you have to tear it. Lifting heavier weights, performing more reps, until you reach failure. You simply cannot lift anymore as your muscles collapse. Broken. Returning bigger and stronger. Avery is on pace to cultivate in me…
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The past few weeks have been odd. I’ve been moving along, trying to get through each day without letting too many things fall through the cracks. I’ve tossed a lot of balls up in the air, and damn near all of them have stayed aloft. Yet at some point on an almost daily basis I have a sense of having forgotten something. I quickly run through the things I was supposed to do – Send emails to x, y and z Take the meat out of the freezer Return calls to the guy from that place Replace the upstairs tp roll Follow up on more x, y and z Take diapers to the sitter Drop the things off with the guy And on and…
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