Rhyme Time

Rollie is learning to sound out words, and even recognizes some on sight (like “Max” on the boat in Where the Wild Things Are), and it is fascinating to talk about words and letters and languages and sounds and to see how his brain is grasping things. Today on the way to school, he asked […]

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Pooped Out

I am so tired. Todd and I went to the EARL last night after his book club at Flatiron. Anna Kramer opened, and I loved her! Got this video of a new Band of Horses song they say they hadn’t played before. Me likey. Their whole show was really great – I was impressed. I […]

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Typical Tiller

Tiller is the kind of kid that yells out, “Mama, I’m stuck!” I walk around the corner to the entryway and see that she has put her head through the balustrade. She is on the first step, and crying her eyes out, and saying over and over, “Mama, I’m stuck.” My first instinct is panic. […]

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Sir Duke: Tiller Pitches a Royal Fit

Dragging a kicking and screaming Tiller, age two, into Publix. As I lifted her into the buggy, trying to force her legs into the holes of the seat as she attempted to keep them straight and throw herself out onto the cement floor at the same time, the first notes of Stevie Wonder’s ever-so-cheery “Sir […]

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Breaking News!

Worst Day in a Long Time Becomes One of Best Days of Year for Beleaguered Mom, Gator Haters Everywhere An Atlanta mother of two, sick, and caring for her children and grandfather for the weekend, was pleasantly surprised when her self-described “Worst day ever” became fucking awesome as the Georgia Bulldogs unexpectedly defeated the Florida […]

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This is Ironic

So, I am almost 36 and I still feel like I am 26, maybe even 16 on a good day. I still think of myself and my friends, even the ones pushing 40, as “us kids” and the parents, teachers, etc. as “them.” “The old people.” “The man.” Whatever. When my friend Tara was made […]

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Smart Cookie

Husband goes out of town and, in excitement over evening of unadulterated control of television, Annie drinks a complete bottle of wine over the course of the evening. Very with it this morning at 7 a.m. when son pooped on potty (so proud!) and then came in and asked me to wipe his butt. Who […]

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Why, Yes . . .

That was my almost-four-year-old son spectacularly showing his ass in the Barnes and Noble at Edgewood Retail District. He was the one running up and down the aisles from me (as I dragged his poor sister along by the arm) and screaming at the top of his lungs, “Don’t get me! Don’t get me! Don’t […]

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Look, Mama

“Look, Mama,” Rollie says from the kitchen table. I am sitting at the computer in the den and I can’t see him. “I made something!” [momentary pause]Me: “As long as it isn’t a mess, that’s awesome.”

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Morose: Marked by or expressive of gloom

One of those days where everything just seems so hard. Even using complete sentences. Getting out of bed. Going for a run. Getting house cleaned for showing, even though no one is ever going to fucking buy it anyway. Taking kids to sister’s, where Rollie craps in his pants, and we have to put women’s […]

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