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Motherhood slept astonished as astronomers wept so-so-ago with this sort of blow. This sort of ovary, yo, the story being if thrown into something sombrous, spokes-of-light, it
Faced with the swirling chaos of three days ago, I must hold fast to certain truths.
Someone is in trouble! Should I be running toward danger?
I've been taking what feels like a giant amount of vitamins for approximately three days, which is a long time for me to do anything very consistently.
How do two cultural dynamos get away with never reading?
Not belonging feels more and more like banging a rough cookie on the counter these days. I would take pride in my crumbs, if I knew how. It’s good to be alive like a delinquent spaz.
I know you toss out untouched leftovers, and miss them.
When you leave the comment that I am "such a good mom"
under a picture I have posted of my child online,
it freaks me out.
You haven't seen me in over twenty years,
and have never met
I realized that my son’s vocabulary, though impressive, would not help much with anything he was likely to encounter in everyday life, now or in the future.
Flying is dangerous, Lydia. I don't want to die today, do you?
I guess not.
Sean Astin is ready for a break. Time to take a load off. Put up his hairy, latex feet. Empty his pockets of Lembas bread and Elven rope and cozy up next to the fire. Join the other Hobbits down
Is there anything more adorable than a drunk toddler? I don’t mean a slurring, stumbling, falling down, cursing toddler, though we often enough found ourselves in that state, but an evenly buzzed toddler, whose mother can offset whiskey intake with soothing butter, maintaining her toddler’s perfect, moderate drunkenness.
Another family story. I can’t get away from it. As Easter approaches, I find myself thinking about one of my aunts who, when it came to transportation, had only known the transportations of
1. board the T heading downtown to get to the swan pond / check your phone absently / remember
how so many people needed your attention last month that it made you want to
I love it when I’m speeding and then again I love it when I crash.
If Conlon wasn’t busy composing music for the player piano, he spent his time mulling over cryptic scenarios that provoked his interest; for instance, how a boat made out of paper illustrated to resemble wood looks like a boat made out of wood.
She glances into a pocket mirror. She is WIFE now. She doesn’t need to go through her lines, she’s been doing this for years.
Michele Lee woos my husband through the screen and also through the decades.
Abdullah greeted me outside of the Jaipur, India train station, asking if I needed a ride. He was quick to show me his official license, knew where my hotel was located and did not make false claims about it having burned down recently, a popular scheme according to my Lonely Planet guidebook.
When we consume ourselves, of course / we think no one cares enough to watch.
