• The One With The Trip to Urgent Care.

    The One With The Trip to Urgent Care.

    It happened.  After months of telling M that, “we don’t force our fingers into tiny holes to see if they fit,” she forced a tiny finger into an even tinier hole. And it got stuck.

    Mackenzie approaches life with a blasé scepticism about any warning or […]

  • Target Is My Self Care

    Target Is My Self Care

    Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .
    CS Lewis

    Until this point, I credit two things with my suburban survival: self care and Target.  Two weeks ago, the […]

  • The Show Must Go On!

    The Show Must Go On!

    Every day, Mackenzie drops an unexpected new word. Or two. I am quickly approaching the point where I can no longer use my “driving words” – those lovely little four-letter words that express the deep seated rage you can only feel when some yahoo cuts […]

  • Reasons My Toddler Cried Today

    Reasons My Toddler Cried Today

    I said no to McDonalds pancakes for breakfast.
    The bacon at home isn’t cold enough.
    She is not allowed to open new boxes of pasta to test that gravity still works.
    She cut her toe.
    She didn’t want a bandaid on the aforementioned injury.
    She only had one Mickey Mouse Bandaid.
    She […]

  • Privacy, Please

    Privacy, Please

    As we continue to settle into our new normal, my biggest adjustment is my complete lack of privacy.

    Before we moved, Andrew almost never left for work before I did.  We could tag-team the morning routine, and I never had to consider what to do with the world’s busiest toddler […]

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The One With The Trip to Urgent Care.

January 22nd, 2016|0 Comments

It happened.  After months of telling M that, “we don’t force our fingers into tiny holes to see if they fit,” she forced a tiny finger into an even tinier hole. And it got stuck.

Mackenzie […]

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Target Is My Self Care

January 21st, 2016|0 Comments

Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .
CS Lewis

Until this point, I credit two things with my […]

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The Show Must Go On!

January 20th, 2016|3 Comments

Every day, Mackenzie drops an unexpected new word. Or two. I am quickly approaching the point where I can no longer use my “driving words” – those lovely little four-letter words that express the deep […]

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Reasons My Toddler Cried Today

January 14th, 2016|1 Comment

I said no to McDonalds pancakes for breakfast.
The bacon at home isn’t cold enough.
She is not allowed to open new boxes of pasta to test that gravity still works.
She cut her toe.
She didn’t want a bandaid […]

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Privacy, Please

January 13th, 2016|2 Comments

As we continue to settle into our new normal, my biggest adjustment is my complete lack of privacy.

Before we moved, Andrew almost never left for work before I did.  We could tag-team the morning routine, and I never had […]

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The New Normal

January 11th, 2016|0 Comments

We did it.  We packed our life into nondescript Uhaul boxes, shed all the things we no longer need, and we moved.

Our life looked very neat in carefully labeled, uniform brown boxes.  And then came […]

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A Song I Still Kind Of Hate. And A Truth I’d Like To Ignore.

August 11th, 2015|0 Comments

During my first year of college, I hung out with a guy who put the Rolling Stones on every mix tape. I love the Stones as much as the next girl – probably a tad more, but […]

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A Little Bit of Nothing

August 10th, 2015|0 Comments

“The odd thing about this form of communication is that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than […]