Category Archives: confessions

manifesto (stream of consciousness)

Moins.  Mieux.  Or else just mieux. Focus.  Make a list.  Actually refer to it.  Do the things on it and check them off. Do one thing at a time.  Do it better.  Finish it. Focus.  Make a plan, but mean … Continue reading

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(ir)rational fear

In a few hours, I’m walking back into the mammogram clinic to find out if my life will change forever. It sounds dramatic.  It feels somewhat less dramatic. I’m embarrassed to take it too seriously, and afraid to not take … Continue reading

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and where the hell am I?

Uncle Roy died last night.  He was a hundred and four. Roy and his wife didn’t have any children of their own, but he loved his nieces and nephews as much as any dad loves his kids.  My father is one … Continue reading

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writing out of the blue

I’m in a rut. It happens sometimes, as I’m sure it happens to everyone. Change in habits, change in season, something, and then we pass through a period where getting up and slogging through the day seems like more work … Continue reading

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soccer mom

My girls finished their inaugural soccer season recently, and I have come to the realization that I am, frankly, a terrible soccer mom. I mean, I’m a great soccer mom in the sense that I scramble home after work three … Continue reading

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agglomerate (n): a jumbled mass or collection of something

Tee got new bedroom furniture yesterday.  She and her sister are away at their grandparents’ for the week, and I can’t wait to see her reaction when she gets home to see the mini-makeover in her room.   I’ve been stalking … Continue reading

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doorbells in the night

One October night in 1985, while I was on the other side of the country dancing or playing basketball or walking around the quad stalking Andrew Whatshisname’s dorm, there was a knock at the door of my husband’s home. He … Continue reading

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