The 80’s Comb

You thought this was going to be some fun post about 80s hairstyles [Robin, I'm lookin' at you], and oh, are you going to be disappointed. It’s a post about a comb. From the 80s. No, I am not kidding you. See, we were talking about 80s stuff at a girls’ night recently, and somehow […]

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Bedtime Cheer: Discussions of Aging and Death

I tucked Tiller in the other night, then went into tuck Rollie in. He was reading a book, with it propped on his legs, and with a pillow behind his head. “Night baby,” i said. “Night, mama.” I kissed him on the head and got a little choked up, thinking about putting him down as […]

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Bossy and Stubborn

This story will not surprise anyone who knows Rollie and me well. Rollie and I? We are just alike in so many ways. We can be a little intense. Focused to the point of obsession about things we enjoy doing. (God forbid you ask us a question while we are reading.) We don’t like to […]

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The Grey Ghost

As some of you know, I am growing out my gray hair. Now that it is growing out, it isn’t as gray as my stylist and i had originally thought it would be, and the growing out has not been as traumatic for me as I thought it would be. That being said, every time […]

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The Bright Side of Puking

Tiller’s got the pukes. It all started Sunday before last, with Rollie having no appetite. Any parent worth their salt knows that when a kid has no appetite for something that they usually scarf down, then you will be dealing with puke within 24 hours. It is a law of nature. Rollie was out of […]

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The Last Supper

When Todd and I were in Italy 2002, we made plans to see The Last Supper while were in Milan. (We flew in and out of Milan.) We planned ahead and reserved tickets for it, but the best laid plans are often screwed up by a Museum workers strike. So, we arrived at the church […]

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A Girl Can Dream

I’ve written about Bunco, already. I was skeptical at first about a bunch of suburban women sitting around throwing dice and drinking wine, visions of 1950s Bridge Clubs, cucumber sandwiches and petit-fours in my head, but I love my Bunco group. We had Bunco last night. It is usually on a Thursday, but this month, […]

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Canonical List of Evil Baby Names

I don’t know why, but this just cracked me up: the imagery of some expectant parent/mad scientist wanting to bestow upon their baby a name that will ensure intrinsic darkness, world domination, or evil genius. The Canonical List of Evil Baby Names

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