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 …
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the cake and I
Yes, I wrote a play about Cake and I bake a lot of them, and I talk a big game about how much I love Cake, and one might think it’s just talk, or whimsy, …
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seven years
Two old young things (pictured here on their first Valentine’s together, a certain number of years ago, which featured graphic T’s and exposed bra straps) flop onto their bed together, in the middle of the …