thematically fickle

There are certain fashion statements that I loathe, a few of which I’ve never mentioned while others I’ve made no small secret of here (and there and everywhere else). These trends—which make me want to splash a glass of cold water in the face of the wearer—include Crocs, Uggs, cotton jersey culotte pants, bubble skirts, [...]

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On rotation in our DVD player right this minute is “Happy To Be Nappy and Other Stories of Me.” My friend Kelly gave it to me shortly after Ruby came home with instructions to watch it as soon as possible. Never mind that my child wouldn’t be interested in it for years. “I promise: You’ll [...]

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I had a little coughing fit in the car this morning—I hate it when my coffee goes down the wrong pipe—and decided to keep both hands on the steering wheel as I tried to simultaneously clear my windpipe and merge into rush-hour traffic.  A certain 39-inch passenger was unmoved by my predicament.
“Cover! Your! MOUF!” she ordered from her throne in [...]

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Ruby, like many three-year olds, is a creature of habit. Every time she wants to watch a video—which is only at breakfast, lunch, snack time (morning and afternoon), dinner, weekends and holidays—she wants to watch Pocahontas or Mulan. Whenever we let her watch a video—which is only at breakfast, lunch, dinner, weekends and holidays (snack [...]

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We’re back home and trying to readjust to the time zone. I’m wiped out—a chocolate mess, as The Gaydi Project would say. I can hardly form coherent sentences. Then again, maybe synaptic lapses are due to ingesting toxic amounts of butter and cheese.
Tonight we went for sushi with Ruby and Sam’s parents, who are staying [...]

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(*Slightly re-vamped and completely regurgitated from a previous blog post. To my very kind and faithful readers—all my you-go-girl!ers and even to my I-read-your-blog-because-I-love-to-hate-youers— my apologies for being redundant.)
I don’t know what got into me with Ruby’s birthday festivities this year, but I put it in my head that I had to perform like a [...]

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Ruby called my name at 3 o’clock this morning. She didn’t sound too distressed but I went to her anyway because she was longing and because I’m trained like that. I shuffled down the hall to her room without opening my eyes since keeping them closed for as long as possible when meeting her late-night [...]

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Three years ago today, we flew to Chicago to meet Ruby. The delayed flight certainly added to our anticipation and also, the agony of our wait. Out of the (mere) 7 months that our adoption process took before our match, it was this last 36 hours before we held our daughter that were the most [...]

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