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Monthly Archive for November, 2011

Tree Priority

There was little fanfare in sawing our Christmas tree down this year.  In fact, it was over before my daughter could complain the third time about the tree being too small. It’s just that there was this sudden urgency—uh, mental urgency–to get a tree, if only to see the color of our carpet again. With […]

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When ‘M’ Ain’t for Mommy

From his end of the couch my son spoke excitedly. “Hey, dad!” he said. My husband looked up from his book. “You know what starts with ‘muh’?” My husband could think of a few things.  But he waited. My son let the ‘m’ roll off his lips again.  “Muh…Mmmy weanus keeps going up and down.”

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Kindred Spirits

We hadn’t expected our twelve year old German shepherd to creak up the stairway and flop in a half moon outside our bedroom door.  He relegated stairs to emergencies now. And yet he came.  And waited.  And hovered like background music in the hallway. Which was when we wondered if he didn’t sense something. Like […]

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Grace for Thanksgiving

Without meaning to, we enjoyed our first vegetarian Thanksgiving.  The turkey, the one my sister pulled from the oven an hour earlier, the one with the broken thermometer under its wing that read 180 degrees sat mostly brown on the counter.  Which was when she and I shrugged and said, “uh, I don’t think we […]

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No Child Left Behind

Sometimes…even with just two kids we forget one somewhere. Like at preschool. For twenty minutes until the teacher calls and asks if we’re coming. Only…we’re not.  Because we can’t. At which time we tie up each other’s phone lines with desperate voice mail wondering, “how could this be?” “I thought you were…” we stammer. But […]

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Monkey Leather

There was  no confusion about whether or not my son wanted his apple fruit strip. Innately, he tore the green wrapper open with his teeth.  And then gave the thing a big sniff. This was the good stuff. Whatever it was. As my son slowed to savor the last of his strip, he studied the […]

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Where the Grass is Green Again

My son announced with certainty this morning that he had just grown his first chest hair.  He could feel it, he said. Only at the same time I squinted and didn’t see anything resembling a future hair, my son pointed to the open blinds and beamed, “It’s snowing!” And I suppose it was. If barely […]

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Four Seconds of Sunshine

Without warning,  the kid who had ketchup for dinner and a side of grill cheese walked toward me in the kitchen with arms spread like an albatross and hugged my hips. He didn’t pause to evaluate my pony tail or make mention that I wore this sweatshirt yesterday and possibly the day before.  He didn’t […]

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Danger ‘Afoot’

My arm was hardly inside our bedroom groping for the light switch when I sprung back into the hallway.  Something wasn’t right.  I could hear my husband’s voice tucking our kids in across the hall.  Which meant that he hadn’t grabbed my arm.  (Insert pounding heart) So who had? I tried again, inching my forearm […]

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Spench

I’ve never known French. Which didn’t stop me from claiming that I did.  When I was ten. I murmured a few slurpy syllables in front of my younger sister.  “French,” I said. Her eyes expanded.  I murmured some more, and added hand motions, like I was offering her something to eat. “Do you really know […]

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