Questions, Part 2

Martin and I were watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas on Christmas Eve, probably one of my favorite Christmas traditions.
During that fantastic song, “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch,” Martin hears:
You’ve got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful [...]

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Questions

I was lying with Martin last night as he was falling asleep, telling him a story. I thought he had already drifted away; he was very still. Then he said, “Mom, when I am very old, are you going to be killed?” His voice broke, and he sobbed; I could see tears [...]

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My Residual Feminism

If you know me, or read this blog, you probably know that I have always valued myself above all else–I don’t really care much for my family and friends or strangers as long as I get my way. I’m also very uncomfortable about being a mother at home, mostly because of things I don’t [...]

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Twittering Away

When children are sick, and changes are afoot, and midnight and 3pm seem about the same, and other things besides blogs need to be written, the only things I can come up with seem to be Twitters.
Twitter: Yet another technological thingamajig that I had a good laugh at my husband for suggesting to me–I [...]

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No, Mommy? No Mommy?

I have escaped from a pile of vomit-stained laundry to write this. I can already hear it moving through the hall toward me, though–oh, no, now tentacles of dirty sheets are snaking around my ankle pulling me back to the laundry room, so this will be short. . .
I was at the grocery [...]

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