thematically fickle

Sam was straightening the bedroom and I was burying myself further beneath the pile of blankets, promising as I did so, to drag my ailing self out from under them in just one more minute.
From the kitchen, we heard Ruby exclaim, “Aw, mAAAAAn! What HAPpen my balOOn?!?”
And so began the explanation about a gas called [...]

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I swear a lot. Sam and I both do. But for whatever reason—probably because she’s an actual angel with an invisible halo and an agenda to deliver world peace and boundless love over the whole planet—Ruby hasn’t yet repeated any of our favorite expletives. And believe me, I’ve made every effort (including slow-talking, enunciation and [...]

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When I drive Ruby to “school” in the morning, I barely make it three blocks from the house before I can’t resist the urge to tilt my rearview mirror to reflect only her face. Seeing out the rear window is quite overrated, especially when I can look at the  silvery eyes of my child as I safely drive [...]

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There’s no real mystery about the origins of my abysmal bedside manner: it is directly descended from my mother, The Gaydi Project.
Getting sick when I was growing up was a risky proposition because I wasn’t allowed to be ill for very long. I would be given a certain amount of time to actually be sick, [...]

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The only thing worse than waking with “Dragon Tales” in my head first thing in the morning is when first thing in the morning happens at 12:35am. Wait. Let me revise that: waking up at 12:35am with “Barney” on the brain is definitely worse, so I suppose I shouldn’t complain. But it really blows that [...]

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My infant daughter cried out to me in the middle of the night. When I got to her, I found my beautiful smiling girl in a very leaky diaper. I scooped her into my arms, changed her, kissed her nose a dozen times and then brought her into my bed. Wedged between my husband and [...]

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This is my first post ever and might I just say: it is odd. I feel like I’m publishing my journal, which is…uncomfortable. To say the least. Not that I keep a journal. But if I DID, it might be something like this. Only private. So, it might take a while to get into the [...]

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