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Solo parenting is hard work. You get all the praise and all setbacks. All the rewards and all the punishment. It’s fun sometimes and hard all the time. Planning, organization, structure- things I live for, right? There’s an unopened bottle of children’s Xyzal on my kitchen pantry waiting to be moved to the bathroom cabinet.… Continue reading Just enough for a panic attack

In college a Jewish friend of mine asked “what do candy eggs and bunnies have to do with Easter?” It was the ultimate religious question. I still think of it every year as I’m assembling Easter baskets for my kids. I still think back to the “ha!” of the question, one religion stumping another. Even… Continue reading Jesus rose from the deadness, and we fill eggs with candy

Of all that Paige says, I think this is her favorite phrase. "What did you do today mom?" Oh, I washed dishes, took the dogs on a walk, ran errands. "And what else?" "What's for dinner?" Chicken, applesauce, and veggies. "And what else?" The question is harmless but after a while it grates on me.… Continue reading And what else?

Last night I dreamt Bob was back. We were getting married again, if we could ever make the wedding happen. There were other parts of the dream- friend drama, swimming pools, coordinations of friends from out of town (hi Desy!), but the main part of the dream- Bob was back. There was friend drama, my… Continue reading I dreamed a dream…

The first home improvement job I hired a contractor for by myself was for gutters around the house. We had water around the stairs to our basement. There had never been gutters beyond our back deck. It was wreaking havoc. So I asked a guy I knew, who recommended someone they knew, and I had… Continue reading Gutters

*This was written over 2 days, I almost erased the first part but kept it. Try to pretend it’s all one day haha. Today is Bob’s 37th birthday! Which means this year I am also turning 37 years old and that’s too damn close to 40 for my comfort. Bob died when he was 35,… Continue reading 37 long almost years

There's a place in the oceans where boats would get stuck, because there's no wind to fill the sails. That's how I feel about February. Today, this very moment, I hate February. It's cold. It's dark. It's fucking cold. The "new year" excitement has worn off and spring isn't yet in sight. It's when all… Continue reading Doldrums

I always feel like I’m the last to know things. I’ve always been on the tail end (or a few months over) fashion trends. I’m always coming into a series later than everyone else. Well, today I introduced myself to a new thing, and I’M NEVER GOING BACK. I’m talking about space bags. The bags… Continue reading Space bags