The care and feeding of the impossibly small
The odds and sods of this and that
An accounting of my father and his resident alien
An accounting of my folly with fowl
Person rearing for amateurs
Yep. Can’t fit into the maternity overalls anymore. THEY WON’T GO OVER MY GUT.
For those not in the know, the maternity overalls are the last clothes you resort to when everything else has been outgrown.
Except in my case, where they serve as the punchline to a very long joke.
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When my husband and I were footloose and fancy-free, we took a belated honeymoon to Italy. It was several years after we were married, but no less sweet because of its delay, and we embraced …
The one that follows the final breath is more difficult to write than the piece exhaling it.
I’m not sleeping where-ever I fall any longer, like a cat passing from surface to surface anywhere there is …
I concluded my little holiday book (which people will receive in lieu of those traitorous fruits) with this footnote:
I have seen my Drunken Cherries through to their conclusion, and there’s been no step which hasn’t …
When you’re in the gymnasium during “Career Day” take a closer look. Things are different these days.
The same folding tables and chairs with earnest recruiters from the Fire Department and Police Department are still there, …
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The last time I was in New York I had morning sickness …
For Christmas, Santa brought our six-year-old boy the classic tales of another six-year-old boy (plus a tiger): “Calvin and Hobbes.” And oddly, he was not enchanted, like, immediately.
Calvin and his tiger Hobbes moved around the …
The one that follows the final breath is more difficult to write than the piece exhaling it.
I’m not sleeping where-ever I fall any longer, like a cat passing from surface to surface anywhere there is …
We have five chickens, all of them completely impractical birds. There’s one whopper and four midgets, smaller but less destructive as a result. Not from any lack of trying, though.
Gigi is the foster mother of …
It was about the time that I began critiquing the fashion choices of our fellow passengers in the Long Beach Airport that I realized I may have reached my limit for what the brain could …
We rediscovered our favorite chicken place on the opposite side of town from where it had been a few years earlier. Sayulita is magical like that–things open and close, move with no warning, change and …
I know you all are way beyond “winners” and “losers” in the baby roulette, but I figure that I’m a person that finishes things, so here goes.
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