I’ve not been a very good blogger lately, been working on being a good mom. This isn’t an excuse or an apology, just a matter of fact. Another fact, I am miss writing here. My hope is to merge Tumble Dry and The Wink, so that I have one place to go. Three girls makes two blogs perhaps one thing too many. If you’ll bear with me as I work through the mechanics (read: Have Raeanne work some magic). I promise, I have so much more that I want to write. I cannot wait to tackle describing Finley’s personality, from her lopsided pirate smile to her insistent demeanor. What began as “Life with Briar” and morphed, in my own mind, to “Two and Counting,”…
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Have I ever mentioned that I am unusually good at Wii Bowling? I haven’t? Well I really ought to have told you, you see, it’s very important as I regale you with this morning’s trip to the park. Let’s see, where shall I begin? Oh, yes, last night after the block party…if you followed me on Twitter you would already know so much about the party, specifically “Botox McImplants.” We came home a bit early, Sean had started feeling a bit green in the gills and before we knew it was running a temp of well over 100, 102 point something I think. Wanting to prevent getting the girls sick he opted for the downstairs couch to lay his sizzling head. I took the…
8 and half weeks, that’s how long I have been a mom to three girls. Three beautiful daughters, each with her own magic and each possessing a key, the point of which slips through me, a perfect fit. The teeth grip me with insistence, turning my soul over and inside out. Watch me. Rock me. Feed me. Hold me. Me. You. The inexorable waves of guilt wash over me, each thicker and heavier than the last. I stroke Fin’s brow and rather than feeling the bliss of flawless skin and rosebud lips, my insides quiver, the echoes of what I am not doing run wild. Briar sits alone, her slender arms wrapped around her knees, toenails ragged. She chews her nails, toes and fingers.…
Umm, there’s really no special way to put this: We forgot out anniversary. June 28, 2003Rock City Falls, New YorkThe MansionMy grandfather was there playing piano. Here we are now*. Five years. Three daughters. And a whole lot of heart ache and wonder later. I love you *That bit of black is not a tuft of chest hair, despite the weird shit that goes down with pregnancy, it is, in fact, a daughter.
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