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Monthly Archive for April, 2014

The Fine Print on Forty

Nobody asks about 39. Nobody. Nobody says a thing. Because 1) nobody cares if you’re thirty-seven, eight or nine.  And 2) thirty-nine is still the picture of health. Albeit the last picture. Which is why it makes sense to hang on to thirty-nine as long as you can. Another few years or so. Because when […]

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Un-Psalm 23

When… The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I […]

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Spin the Bottle

We still haven’t found the cure for keeping-your-hands-off-your-sister-when-she’s-reading. But we’ve found how to temporarily assuage a bottom lip so sad a bird could land on it. It’s called “Spin the Bottle.” Also known as, not-that-kind-of-bottle. Nor that kind of game. Heh. Rather. Between the three of us and the empty, plastic water bottle–and the wadded […]

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Sometimes… The Grand Canyon on a tightrope in the wind would be easier to crawl across than the six feet we sit apart staring at separate screens. His work after work has his left-hand scribbling data from a graph into a notebook, his workday slacks still working, his dress shirt still alert. And yet his […]

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Because God Gives a Rip

I bothered God about my daughter’s swimsuit yesterday. The one we left at the Y on Tuesday. Figured he knew about it anyway. But bothered him because my thoughts were in a wad. Together, my daughter and I had hovered at the Y’s front desk, eager to pick up her suit. Certain it was there. The […]

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Always. And Forever.

He is sad, he says. Sad because we cannot marry. Not ever. And I nod. Because it’s true. Still his backyard confession pours out, “but I love you so much, mommy.” And my smile works its way from the depths. “It’s just…” he says.”It’s just I don’t think I could ever marry anyone else.” I […]

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In the Backyard

My kids’ friends are here. The ones who just wear dresses. Dresses that pass their knees and make every day a Sunday. Dresses that, at this moment, are booking around the backyard, outrunning the kid in the coveted vampire cloak. Until the cloaked kid is breathless and slumps to the grass with new rules. And […]

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