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I gave birth, almost fourteen years ago, to an unbelievable life force. Loud, forceful, funny, outgoing, athletic, brave-as-all-hell, thoughtful, organized, and stunningly beautiful. Everything I’m not. How does that happen? Today, she and I were driving around looking for a parking spot, and in one of the few parking lots,… Continue Reading Where Did She Come From?
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Two weeks ago, about two hours later than now, I received the phone call no parent wants to receive. Some would say I co-created that reality through my incessant worry that I would receive that phone call one day and it would be about my son. He has been on… Continue Reading A Primal Scream
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There’s a little morning ritual that my daughter likes to go through. It’s called “Not Getting Up if My Life Depended On it”. This morning, I wake her up several times, each time my assertions getting firmer and louder. Finally, she throws off the covers, pops out of the bed… Continue Reading Because She’s A Teenager, That’s Why
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I was woken up this morning by someone’s emergency somewhere. A line of emergency vehicles sailed past my house with sirens blaring. Fire trucks I think. I buried my head deep under my pillows and pulled the comforter over my head. I wasn’t ready to be awake. It briefly passed… Continue Reading That Was Then, This is Now
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I miss libraries. There are few times in my life that I miss, probably because there have been many hard times, but I loved when my children were young and I stayed home with them. I love the term, “stay at home mom”, as though “mom” needs any sort of… Continue Reading Libraries and Motherhood
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…you step out of the shower, dripping wet, and grope for a towel from the stack you just neatly folded last night, and your hand comes up empty. No, there isn’t a single one hanging either. You can either (a) dry off with a hand towel, (b) pull your clothes… Continue Reading You Know You Live with Teenagers When…
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Ephebiphobia – the fear of teenagers. I have a confession to make. No, as the title implies, I am not a teenage mother. I am, however, a mother to two teenagers. TWO. Teenagers. That makes two of them and one of me. This is not a good ratio, in case… Continue Reading Confessions of a Teenage Mother OR Velvet Verbosity Suffers from Ephebiphobia
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I finally got to sleep, at about 5:00 a.m. Up at 6:30 to stand outside Alba’s door to play my favorite morning game with her. Lately Alba has taken to telling me that she’s going to drop out of school. This makes me sigh an “I’m exhausted with teenagers” sigh.… Continue Reading 100 Words on Anger
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I just realized that even though I posted twice yesterday that it doesn’t excuse me from not posting today, and now I only have 37 MINUTES before the clock strikes midnight! I’m a little behind the ball since I spent SIX HOURS in the ER this afternoon-evening. My son, henceforth… Continue Reading 37 Minute Countdown to Post OR How Not to Turn Nurses Into Serial Killers Like Kristen Gilbert
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Sleep talking is uniquely entertaining. It’s like hearing one side of a conversation. A dream-scape conversation that ends up sounding slightly psychotic, or drug-induced. My son talks in his sleep and this morning when I went to his room to wake him up, before I could say a word, he… Continue Reading Sleeping In His Talk
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