A very happy birthday to our Bop, which is only the greatest kid-constructed word for Grandma known to man. Joseph’s middle name sake always has a baked good on the counter, collects weird nativity scenes, …
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Bop!
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THE cake
Joe is almost eight months old, which means in four months he will be one, which means it’s time for me to start my mental vision board for the SINGLE MOST IMPORTANT CAKE I WILL …
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my salad, by Samuel Beckett
An exact transcript of myself and the gentleman who kindly delivered my lunch today, trying to find each other: Gentleman (on phone:) I’m here, I have your salad. Me: Where’s here? Gentleman. Here. I’m here. …
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terre
My brain is typically a whir of emails I need to send and conversations I need to have and things and when exactly I should start rubbing peanut butter on Joe to make sure he’s …
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in a name
Sometimes I’ll experience a singular life moment, and afterwards I’ll be like: I didn’t get any pictures of it! And then I realize it’s because I was too busy….living it? If you get a picture …
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Joe meets World
Don’t mind us jerks! We’re down at a SoCal Hotel where we sojourned last February, when I was 12 weeks pregnant and Joe was the size of a Lime and Covid was still buried in …
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(don’t) look at me
And now, a small slice of cheese from the deli counter of my marriage: Morrison and I are in the kitchen, or our room, or really any room of the house and any time of …
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There are no Words
Joe’s first Easter. No words to describe the joy NO YOU’RE RIGHT, I AM A WRITER, SO I’LL TRY, but I refuse to make sentences. Suspenders Joy Grandparents Love Ham TINY SHOES AND PANTS relief …
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a bath
Watching my Mom give my son a bath, I realize that life is a series of Realizing things too Late. Years from now, I’ll be giving my son’s baby a bath, and I’ll start to …
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Rolling into the Easter weekend like
I don’t claim to know St. Francis of Assisi, who wrote this age old Anglican prayer, but a friend recently sent this to me, and I think it’s a good meditation for the weekend. This …