Category: Angst

Almost Thirteen: Caught Between What’s Right & Your Kid Not Hating You

I took the kids to dinner tonight. (El Mat, our go-to Mexican place. We’re regulars; we actually get The Usual.) So, I was tired and a little stressed, but I always try to put down the phone and listen when the kids are talking about school. And tonight, for whatever reason, The Boy brought up a kid at school. We’ll… Read more →

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Moonlight Mile: Complete Magic (and Terror)

There are moments, when you have children, that you want to capture in time like a fossil. You want to be able to pull it out at a moment’s notice, hard and solid, and still exactly like that moment you experienced, suspended in time. I had one of these moments tonight. I drank wine and played ZZ Tops’ “Tres Hombres”… Read more →

Pop Music: I Get It. Everyone Needs a Big Mac Once in a While

Radio, video Boogie with a suitcase Your livin’ in a disco Forget about the rat race Let’s do the milkshake, sellin’ like a hotcake Try some buy some fee-fi-fo-fum Talk about, pop musik Talk about, pop musik – M (Oh, yes. Yep. I sure did.) I read this article, Hit Charade, in The Atlantic this morning. (Oddly, it was written last… Read more →

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This Week in Beloved Pet Deaths: The Dog Who Knew All My Secrets

I wrote about putting my cat, Scully, down on Monday. And then today, I realized that my beloved dog, Quint, the one that I mentioned not even being able to write about yet, had died five years ago today. Seems like it’s time to start processing that loss. So, here’s a little bit of what he was like, my buddy,… Read more →

Hope Springs Eternal: A Prayer

I’m having one of those evenings where I feel very lucky, but yet I can’t stop the tears rolling down my face. I can feel lucky and sad at the same time, apparently. My family is happy and healthy. I have my parents and my sister, and my husband and children, and they are all fine. Still, I find myself looking up… Read more →

A Dream So Vivid

I kneel in the dormer window of my childhood bedroom, but I’m an adult wearing a white, flowing nightgown. I am frantic, trying to shove the plastic window shade into the corners of the window panes to block out the streetlight streaming in around the edges of the shade. The edges won’t stick or wedge in, and the light is… Read more →