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Monthly Archive for July, 2012

When it Feels Like Christmas in July

This. Is summer. Only we don’t live here. We live here. Where it’s sadly sensible to wear a fleece jacket and jeans on the 31st of July. Which is what we were doing when we ended up on tip toes on the top of a stool reaching for something. Something other than this, that is. Until […]

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Carpe Diem–Class of 1992

Sometimes a lot happens. In say, twenty years. Hair changes color. Or length. Or gives up the ghost. Bodies shrink.  Or expand. Or really expand. Marriages survive into the double digits. Or… or they don’t. Twenty years. TWENTY. Years of change. Which has made us–collectively– braver, funnier, wiser, healthier, more loving, better forgivers. Better people. […]

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Donuts and Ice Cream

Before this sign even beckoned, I knew I was flicking my turn signal on at Orondo Cider Works and crawling off Hwy 97. Like yesterday. It’s the cake donuts, people. I need them. Like. The whole dozen. In a little white sack. I even realized today, I needed the ice cream. The chocolate strawberry kind. […]

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Lake Wenatchee…in a Tent

Nine years ago my husband and I attempted to sleep in this tent. Once. And it was fine. I mean it wasn’t. I mean the tent was fine. It’s just that the lack of an air mattress between us and the ground left a literal damper on every joint we owned. And the memory didn’t […]

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Cousin Connection

I couldn’t tell you the last time my children showered. Or made peace with the fuzz on their teeth. Which is what happens, I guess, when two kids soak to the likes of raisins in a pool for three days. And forget to pack their toothbrushes. Things sort of slip.   But not the priorities. […]

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The Third Passenger

“Jesus is all buckled,” my son said. I looked in the rear view mirror and tried to understand the commotion of arms and seat belts. “Yep,” my daughter confirmed, “all buckled.” I glanced again.  But didn’t see anything. “What are you talking about?” I insisted. “Jesus!” both kids yelled. I took my third peek. Still […]

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Making New Friends, But Keeping the Old

For three hours and some change, I squinted at directions printed out from mapquest, I pleaded with kids to ‘hold it’ a little longer–like 38 more miles to the next blue rest stop sign, I doled out pb and js and paper towels with my right arm, I gave advice on a weanus that kept […]

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The Whole Story

My son burst into the hallway with half of the story. “She pinched my bottom,” he bawled. “Really hard.” My daughter stumbled from her brother’s bedroom to straighten the story. “That’s because he was shaking it in my face,” she said. “Is that true,” I asked him. “Did you put your behind in her face?” […]

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The Graduate

I suppose there has to be a day. A day when it suddenly matters which restroom we use. A day when my son huddles with hunched shoulders against my left side and refuses to find a stall. A day when he surveys instead the clientele at the sinks and asks with red cheeks, “is this […]

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Doggie Delight

When it starts cookin’ here in the Pacific Northwest at 77 degrees, I get a soft spot for our dog. The one in a life-long hairy coat. The one who walks and sheds. Shakes and sheds. Pants and sheds. The one who flops in a pile of rocks by the side of the house and […]

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