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Monthly Archive for January, 2013

Homemade Refried Beans

There’s a little jingle about beans. Not that we have to sing it here. Unless… Unless you’re singing it now. It’s just that there’s some truth in that tootin’ part. Also known as bean gas. Something we’ve smelled around here. And something we like to smell as little as possible. The thing is I’ve bought […]

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Radio-Station Educated

We’d had the radio on for a half a song before the music faded and the advertisements began. “Why do they have to do that?” my daughter asked. She pointed to the speakers and winced at the over-animated voice hurrying to sell us something in thirty seconds. My son looked as though he might burst […]

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Because Love Heals

By the time my son reached the kitchen, the tears were pinging off both cheeks. He began blubbering about how sorry he was, but he couldn’t spit out what had happened. “You just have to come see it,” he sobbed. And so I did. I followed his heavy footsteps up the stairs and into the […]

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The Recipe for Love

I rounded the stairway yesterday to see two kids tottering atop bar stools, one with a string of cut-out paper hearts half-attached to the wall above the front door and one proudly holding the tape. “We’re making valentines,” they beamed. “Valentines.” I repeated. I shuffled down the hallway, noting the new wall decor.  Hearts at […]

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Through the Fog

I clung to the tail lights of the car ahead me. Their dimness was all I could see. Already the fog had stirred with the night and had sucked the street signs and exit ramps from view. I thought I would cry from the stress. These Tacoma streets were unfamiliar. We’d turned around twice. And […]

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The Gift of an Hour

I squinted at the clock whose hazy numbers two feet from the end of our bed neoned 8:00. Eight o’clock already. Aaagh. It didn’t matter. I lowered my head to my pillow again. I needed to recoup my thoughts before touching my toes to the carpet or the day would be gone– a mental mess. […]

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All Out of Wipe

I took a deliberate 7:30 p.m. trip to Costco last night for the team. The Home team. Those four of us who’ve been noticing with ever swiftness the evaporation of the last hundred squares of toilet paper. Each of us praying some other unlucky fellow will be the one staring at the empty cardboard with […]

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Reclaiming My Joy

There was a day last week where I sensed joy emanated from every cell in my body. Traffic did not frustrate me. Not the red lights or the yellows. Or the car ahead of me leaving 200 yards between itself and the next. As I hunkered down to take a right turn from the library […]

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In the Wee Hours

When I asked, he didn’t remember. Didn’t remember the two hours I tossed with him on his bottom bunk, his left arm flung over my shoulders, his little boy breath landing on my forehead. He didn’t remember the water I brought him. Or the sock I’d shoved in his hand. “Here,” I’d said. “Don’t keep […]

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The Medal Round

Two kids are sore today. Likely the fault of our having no TV. And their having half a Saturday to kill. Because what resulted was a wad of homemade, solid-paper, gold and silver medals and an announcement from the second stair that the 2013 Home Olympics would be taking place in five minutes. They’d each […]

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