My weirdest memories. (Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!)

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My Mom has four daughters. I’m the second of four. Our household was simply always going a mile a minute, yet- YET- when I was in second grade and decided that I really, really needed my name to be Samantha, she actively attempted to call me Samantha for funsies. At least a handful of times. (The other times she was calling me Kate/Rachel/Emily/some amalgamation of pets’ names.) As a Mom now, that blows my mind; I was requesting that she disregard {Read More}

16 things you should know about my Mom (a birthday list)

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Yes, it’s Tuesday. Yes, I’m going to go ahead and pretend it’s my normal Thursday posting date. (Listen, if recent events have taught me anything, it’s that- quite literally- anything can happen. Today I’m spinning that for good.) The main reason I’m posting today is to inform my fellow travelers on the internet that my mother, one Deborah J., is celebrating a birthday today. Which really means she’s being regaled throughout the day by her normal daughters, and then sporadically {Read More}

My Mom is here and I’ve been banished.

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Guys, I’d love to stay and chat, but my Mom’s in town. Like, staying at my house, cooking my meals, folding my laundry, kicking me out of my own kitchen in town. So far, we’ve: …Asked the man at the meat counter how to cook a certain item- except in my atrocious Spanish I definitely asked him how to “kitchen” it. (He didn’t know.) …Drank bourbon. (Last night, people, last night.) …Fell asleep in front of Antiques Roadshow. (P.J. was {Read More}