Hesitation
I used to write here with glee, eager to slap words on the page, to paint pictures with a big sloppy brush. Those were in the days before my kids had Internet access, before my real name was attached...
View ArticleAmerican Girl
My own American girl is obsessed with American Girl stuff. She’s had a “Bitty Baby” (aka a baby doll) for quite a few years. Then a couple of years ago, she asked for an American Girl doll. She...
View ArticleYou are not my Mother
The other day, I drove across town to deliver my daughter to soccer practice. I parked in the parking lot, tied my daughter’s cleats in double-knots and chided myself for my failure to teach her to tie...
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My dog is not dead
What I hate about being a grown-up are the life and death decisions. Shouldn’t someone with more education and experience be in charge of these sorts of things? I am not qualified. Last night, I...
View ArticleThe Bad Parent Confessions
My son was invited to an after-school birthday party at the beach. He celebrated the same friend’s birthday at the beach last year, so when he mentioned it, I remembered last year. Last year I asked,...
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Jay Leno, a Coyote and a Pet Pig
I know. Where have I been? Why haven’t I written anything here? I am the Poster Child for How to Lose Your Blog Audience. My Number One Tip: 1) Do not blog for days, weeks, even a fortnight. Or...
View ArticleBox of keys
When we moved into our new house in 1977, a bunch of boxes were never really unpacked. They were stacked under and around the pool table which was crowded into the garage, though the garage wasn’t...
View ArticleThirty years
Thirty years ago, I had a sunburn from floating around in my friend Shelly’s above-ground pool on some sort of inflatable raft. I remember this only because I graduated from high school thirty years...
View ArticleStuck and dull and Groundhog’s Day
I sit behind this big cluttered desk for hours every day and night. It’s mahogany or cherry or some kind of wood that I never would have chosen had I picked out this desk myself but I didn’t. The...
View ArticleI’ve really got nothing to say
I actually started a post on a particular topic the other night but it was very late and I was very tired and so the opening paragraphs of the post sit in my “drafts” folder. I will finish it at some...
View ArticleFeelin’ groovy
Summer used to last longer. I’m not sure whether we can blame global warming or the economy or Barack Obama, but someone did something unauthorized and now summer flashes by like lightning. Don’t you...
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Like sand through the hourglass
As we drove to the beach tonight to meet friends, I doubted. I felt disconnected and unsure of myself. There’s really only one thing to do when you feel that way. Do it anyway. Go. Be...
View ArticleIf it’s four o’clock, that means I have no idea what to cook for dinner
One of my favorite shows to watch is Chopped on the Food Network. Have you seen it? Four contestants are given a basket of “mystery” ingredients and they must concoct an appetizer in twenty minutes....
View ArticleTwenty-six
My 10-year old is attending the local Vacation Bible School this week at a church just a few minutes from our house. This is good because I can stay asleep until the very last minute. She is old...
View ArticleExcuses
My daughter is 10 and she never seems to be tired even though she regularly moans, “I am so tired.” Today, she attended Jr. Lifeguard Camp where she learned CPR and how to save someone from drowning....
View ArticleFriends are not friends forever despite what Michael W. Smith says
While driving to soccer practice, my 10-year old daughter chatters non-stop. One day she mentioned that she and a teammate want to have a playdate. I suggested the waterpark or the beach and then she...
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My Summer Vacation (only it was actually just a Summer Saturday) in Pictures
Last Saturday, I set my alarm to wake up at 6:30 AM. Getting up at such an hour is painful when you’ve gone to sleep only five hours earlier. However, a sacrifice had to be made. This is where I went...
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From crisis to serendipity
Wednesday night at about 6:30 PM I was lying in bed, preparing to continue reading The Girl Who Stopped Swimming. Then my phone rang. At first, no one replied to my “hello.” I pressed the phone to my...
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I am Lucy
I wrote last on this blog a week ago for those who are keeping score at home. As usual, the clock’s moving at the speed of time, leaving me exhausted and wondering why we are going so fast. For...
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On wastefulness
I wasted this whole day. When you grow up in the soggy Pacific Northwest you learn to never, ever waste a sunny day. When the sun comes out and the skies are blue, you find a reason to get outside and...
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