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My Memories as Fairy Tale, or Once Upon A Time I May Have Touched Curt Cobain

I was laid out on the couch today, with strep throat. Todd took the kids to R’s baseball game, and I was flipping through Netflix, trying to find something interesting. The good thing about being sick is that I can watch tv that I wouldn’t normally watch. Guilt free. Because i’m sick. I can watch four episodes of British teen… Read more →

Spring Break 2012

We did the Spring Break thing. A few days on Hilton Head (Todd had a shoot this week: Bad advertising world! Bad!) and then we did the lake for Easter with the whole family. About 24 hours of my family in one small 2BR lakehouse is all I can take, no matter how much I love them. I think this… Read more →

Part II, a.k.a. Shotgun Blast of Thanks

I am thankful that I happened to come across a blog post i wrote two years ago on the Winter Solstice. I am thankful that I spent that lovely evening with my dog, Quint. I am thankful that I wrote about it, so I can remember what it was like to sit in the cold on the lake with him… Read more →

Yeah, I Wore Pink Tulle. So what?

“Mama?” Tiller said. “Yes, baby?” I muttered while cooking dinner. Tiller: “Mama, will you be a fairy with me?” Me: “huh?” Tiller: “Will you be a fairy with me?” Me: “I don’t think so, baby. I’m not pretty enough to be a fairy.” Todd: “You know, we just did a tooth fairy spot. I can get you a fairy costume… Read more →