The other day I said to Morrison, this year I want one hundred presents under the tree. I want the presents to cascade from the tree into other rooms like we’ve suffered a terrible leak …
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new old things
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not lost on me
October is national pregnancy and infant loss awareness month, and it’s not lost on me that this time last year, we’d just had our second failed IVF transfer and I screamed in a parking lot …
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New Anniversary Tradition
Watching wedding video in Full, seeing all of the things we didn’t fully see because we were floating: Getting to relive all of the big and small moments, like the fact that while my Dad …
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a pity
If you were NOT the kind of child who was raised with the kind of delusional narcissism and wonder that compelled you to tie a note to a balloon and release it into the air, …
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I don’t know why or when
I found this picture amongst my things, and I’m not totally sure Why or When it was: But given my tanned legs / popped hip, I think I can surmise that it was taken at …
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Ornaments as Memory
A beautiful thing happened, in which Morrison and I can longer remember whose Christmas ornaments are whose. They all now live together in the same box and have fused histories, shared hooks and strings. With …
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about face(s)
Actually, I really don’t have any good explanations, except that there are crown stickers on my head because these are from a scrapbook my dear Mom made to commemorate me, but other than that I …
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Home again home again, jiggity jog!
I have no idea where that limerick (?) came from, if my mom made it up for all car rides home or if it’s an ancient Irish thing, but I shall use it to announce …
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Best 81!
New Year’s Day is for promises, but first: New Year’s Eve is for reflecting Back. Once again, people are posting their Best 9, 9 pictures that sum up a year of life lived. BUT WHO …
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Dust
We can’t quite sleep in our new place yet, as it’s still quite covered in dust from the ongoing renovations, and I’m allergic to dust, so we gladly spent the night in a vaguely European …