If you’re wondering how old I am, I am exactly old enough that when the the check out guy at CVS rings up my wine, and I say do you need to see my ID? …
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Alarm
This morning, while Joe was napping, I burnt some bacon, set off the smoke alarms. He woke up crying and confused, what was that sound and what are ears and was I sleeping, and WHAT …
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Bop!
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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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 …