backwards and in high heels.

Edvard Munchian

I think my husband has a secret life.

Me: I don’t get the difference between figure skating and ice dancing.
Sam: Well, figure skating is smooth with a series of elements that have to be shown, with dramatic air-type things and turns and jumps and stuff. The ice dancing is more dancey, if you will, with dance moves and lots of those close choppy [...]

Roller Derby Girls

I was in the kitchen, setting out the frosting and the jimmies for the cupcakes Ruby and I had just put in the oven, when I heard a couple of heavy thuds come from the front hallway. It was pouring rain, Sam was away for the weekend and my heart had already exploded into a [...]

All hail Tweezerman. Now: What to do about this growing up business

After attending a kindergarten forum last night, Sam and I headed to our favorite neighborhood bar for some decompression. Wasn’t it just last week that we were bringing a baby home from Chicago? How is it possible we’re getting her ready to go to school? And is that really a gray eyebrow growing in above [...]

Uh…that was awkward

Ruby had already buckled herself into her car seat when she realized she’d forgotten the drawings for her teacher. I ignored the urge to say, too bad, kid. We’re late. Chalk it up to a lesson learned about having your shit together. (God, how I love my fantasy life.) Instead I channeled June Cleaver, set [...]

My punkin’ across time

THEN…

AND NOW…

And I finally weigh in on Anita Tedaldi

I’m late to the party but that’s because I’ve been mulling it over and doing a little background research.
Better late than never, though. So, I’ve begun over here.
There will be more.

Grateful

One comb out, a few tears, a great new stylist and 3-1/2 hours later (no, that’s not a typo), this is what her hair looks like.  She chose the “clicky-clackies” and her birthmother chose me.

Love

I wasn’t going to post anything today, but then my friend Jennifer pointed me to this poem, probably the best thing I’ve ever read in response to September 11, 2001.
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Leap
by Brian Doyle
A couple leaped from the south tower, hand in hand. They reached for each other and their hands met and they jumped.
Jennifer Brickhouse saw [...]

Grace

If your life were coming to an end, and you knew it, how would you spend your last days? Would you wallow? Or would you sing duets?

She is sixteen going on seventeen

I woke Ruby this morning, got her dressed and then told her that I needed to rinse her hair in the sink so that I could poof it out a bit. Revitalize it. She started to cry a really slow, dramatic cry and continued until we had her head turned upside down under the faucet. [...]

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