My documentarian skills are dribbling away into nothing in the face of full-fledged elementary school schedules, show production, PTG meetings, and late night bathroom cleaning. I’m never grumpier than when I’m scrubbing toilets at 10:30 p.m. Listen to Your Mother Spokane was pure, happy-happy, joy-joy magic once again. Our third year together. Elise and I…
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Try to earn what lovers own
Matt and I celebrated fourteen years of marriage on Wednesday. We bought a dishwasher and then went out to dinner. He took me to our favorite pizza place AND THEN to a different restaurant for chocolate cake because – as you know – I adore dessert and the pizza place has a poor dessert menu. …
The impermanence of winter
We finally had a spring week here in the northern hinterlands and it was in the nick of time. There is no prettier place in the world – and I have been a lot of places – than the inland Pacific NW when the sun shines off the mountains. It’s like we invented pine green,…
Magic in the mundane
I have posts at Mamalode and Scarymommy today. I know, I’m everywhere. It’s like I’m a virus and not in the cool – wow that awesome post went viral – kind of way. At Mamalode, I shared Just Be, a post from Quinn’s infancy describing a night when I took the time to sit and rock…
What we knowed; conversations with Quinn
In the pick-up line on Wednesday, I dug around in my enormous black bag for my sunglasses because I swear the sun reflects more brightly off of cold air. Nate bleated his lack of appreciation for my inability to provide snacks on demand while driving from the third row of the van. The walkie talkie…
Readers live a thousand lives
I recently finished The Middlesteins by Jami Attenberg and This Is How You Lose Her by Junot Diaz. I want to say I didn’t like this book because the tone is dark, bitter, and depressing, but I couldn’t put it down. Maybe that says something about me. It’s a book about food and why we…
An anal what now?
Hampton Noodle. The cutest, sweetest mistake I’ve ever made. Very loving. Likes the couch. Ruined the couch, but now it’s his, so whatever. He slobbers lake-sized puddles onto the floor, which I then step in with my sock-clad feet. I hate wet socks. He shakes ear-blood onto the ceilings. He has very large … anal…
Playing it by ear
I haven’t told you about my birthday. I wanted to post a little paragraph every day about the trip with cute phrases I learned in my 2.5 seconds of international fun, but now three weeks have floored past like they always do with a squeal of burning rubber. Spring break is next week. A third…
Bambino
On the third day … god created the oceans … No. On the third day, Miguel rode a young horse, a tall, broad grey that still looked a bit gangly and knock-kneed like a teenage basketball player, with a pretty dished face, a wide-eyed, WTH is THAT attitude about the world, and long ears locked…
Obrigada
obrigado/a – thank you, informal. The “o” ending is used by males when giving thanks, e.g. obrigado. Females use the “a” ending, e.g. obrigada. The week starts under a cork forest, immersed in soft, dense gray-green, slightly dripping. The bark of each tree is stripped to a carefully chosen spot half way up the trunk,…
