Anger, fear, hope…and meat allergy ticks

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Hoo boy, this week. (If I’m being honest- this year.) I’m having an increasingly hard time living in the reality of the Actual World and its increasingly terrible headlines. The Philando Castile verdict. (But nope, not about race.)  The 17 year-old Muslim girl killed in Virginia. (But nope, not a hate crime.) And God, even when I try to take a breather and keep it “lighter?” There’s the Larsen C crack in Antarctica (hope you like your sea levels a {Read More}

The Dads I love on Father’s Day

I miss my Dad today. (That’s a joke; I miss my Dad every day.) But working in social media with a constant stream of incoming PR requests, the tone this week has been decidedly “your Dad deserves this” and “how are you celebrating the father in your life?” It’s…hard. I think about how he always, always had the answer. And even if he knew what you were going to say and the roundabout way you’d get to your point, he’d {Read More}

Losing a window, losing my mind (Week 1)

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Today’s post is short- ’cause so’s my patience. You see, we’re living in, on, and directly underneath a demolition zone. A cutting board across a washing machine is my Barbie Dream House of a kitchen, complete with the whole thing where we step over tools and cat supplies. (Oh, and that’s where the hose is hooked up, too, to continue draining the basement boiler. That last part is especially new. But no less fun!) I combed construction dust out of {Read More}

I’m almost 37. Here’s why it’s great.

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Here’s something fun I recently learned: I’m not yet at the age where I feel embarrassed to tell people my age. I’m not sure what that means for me, but here’s what it means for YOU. (I’m going to blog about my age.) In just a handful of days, I’ll no longer be 36. I’ll be 37. Maybe one of the reasons I’m so cheerfully announcing my late-mid-thirties (it’s a thing) is because 36 was borderline hard. So… Here’s what I {Read More}

Suzy, (soon-to-be) off in the world.

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Guys, Susannah is graduating from preschool today. I know, I know, aren’t preschool graduations pretty much the dregs of a Participation Trophy Society? If that’s how early it starts, then when does it end? (…Never. I’m pretty sure the answer is “never.”) That said… It took the ramping up to a pre-k graduation to make me realize one incredibly important thing: Susannah’s not going to be in preschool next year. I know, I know. But- you know? She’s always been {Read More}

Why I’m the worst at home renovations

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I’m feeling stuck. About what, you ask? (…After a moment where you wonder if I’m just going to go ahead and start rambling anyhow, so the polite thing to do is to offer a token “ask?”) Well, I’ll tell you. We’re getting a new kitchen floor. WHAT A BOUGIE-ASS THING TO BE FEELING “STUCK” ABOUT. (I know.) But here’s the thing; after almost eight years in this house and dealing with exploding sewers and marauding rats and folks attempting to {Read More}

The day my Dad sent trains to my son.

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I promise this is a true story. I don’t really talk about otherworldly moments a heck of a lot, because spiritual presences are a) intensely personal, b) intensely open to mockery, and c) intensely likely to cause a ton of introspective, overly maudlin writing about WHAT does it ALL MEAN. It doesn’t make for stellar blogging. That said, I believe the spirits of our loved ones are always around us (especially riiiight after we have a moment or two where {Read More}

The stunning next installment of the Mystery Camera saga!

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(…I have so many questions.) So, remember a few weeks back when I dropped off a roll of actual film from an actual- prehistoric- disposable camera and people had many, many reactions to it? I sure do! (It may take a few more sessions of therapy to get it out of my brain.) Well, I finally picked it up and was so excited to see what was on that ol’ wedding table camera! Drunken party guests? A sweet candid of my groom {Read More}