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The Right Wrong Turn

Posted on November 26, 2008

We were driving home after picking Sean up from a late night at the office. The streets were dark, the slick, wet pavement reflecting blinding swaths from the streetlights. There was a sinister element to the night, the headlights of passing cars more intense than normal, the splashes from puddles struck the outsides of the car like violent tears. I turned quickly down a side street, “Let’s drive past Briar’s school,” I chirped. The girls sat in back, kicking and chattering to Fin’s amusement. Sean was beside me, burned out from a day of too many deadlines and too few hours. I turned down another street, driving absentmindedly, pulled by something. I wondered for a moment if something dangerous lay in store on the…

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Croatians and Bunnies

Posted on November 25, 2008

Ok, not really, but kind of— decorating days at our place. No tree yet, and still the decorating fires burn. I did what any self-respecting mom with unrelenting working-mom guilt would do, I created the inaugural Wink Family Christmas Stool. Bring on the Yuletide fecal matter google searches. This toddler veg-out moment brought to you by the number 118. As a way of cleansing the home-decorating palette, I created a little game we call, “What animal can you be with a lumpy throw pillow?” Happy holidays!

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Hometown USA

Posted on November 20, 2008

Sometime back in the ’50’s someone said out little city was, “Hometown USA.” We like to scoff, wordplay being a passion of ours but sometimes it really fits. I had a date with Briar on Tuesday. We went, at her request, to the coffee shop for some, “lonely time.” We had cocoa with whipped cream, which she declared was, “mmm, delicious sour cream!” We shared banana bread, “That sweet crumbly stuff with the nuts.” And I had coffee, “for before relaxing.” It was bliss. And then came the first snowfall. Cue the music. Perfection. I wish that I could have more hours spent simply enjoying the perfection that is a snowy day in a small town as seen with my first baby beside me.…

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The Night We Didn’t Camp

Posted on November 16, 2008

I have often enjoyed sleeping in a bed other than my own (now don’t go getting all gross on me) I mean the pull out sofa in the living room, on the deck out back or on the floor in front of the fireplace. As a matter of fact, when Sean and I lived in Watertown, we spent 5 nights out of seven during the winter months, sleeping on the pullout sofa by the fireplace. There is a sort of delicious, doing-something-special kind of sensation that is all too often left behind with childhood. Unfortunately at 35 it tends to result in a morning-after filled with regret (I said don’t be gross!) it is a creaky, achey, what-made-me-think-that-was-a-good-idea remorse. Briar has taken after me…

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