The day of closing was moved up three days. We thought we’d have the long Labor Day weekend to pack up shop; our fleet of friends and trucks at the ready.
I’ve been married to Andy for 10 years. If there is anything I learned from last year, our anniversaries come and go here with little pomp and circumstance. And we like it that way, because we’re tired and always forget to grab cheesy cards from the grocery store the night before.
I have a very romanticized idea of the holidays. I function at a Clark W. Griswold level of holiday merriment from November through mid-January. It’s obnoxious. I grew up having amazing Christmases with my grandmother before she died. She filled every room of her house with friends and family as the Rat Pack hummed from the […]
Our life this month has coincided beautifully with the 4th of July… some change and some freedom. Physical and emotional change that has been wonderful and sweat-inducing and scream-ridden and terrifying. You’ll read about and see more of that in a few days. But first, a little bit of freedom, and what precipitates freedom more than […]
Monday I rolled over in bed to come face to face with my little doll-faced cherub. I am keenly aware of the imaginary clock ticking above our heads, and our time of morning time girl snuggles are fleeting. I touched my finger to her warm little nose and she opened her heavy eyes, smiled softly, […]
Andy and I forgot our wedding anniversary. Then we suddenly remembered the night before, except we both incorrectly assumed it was our 10 year anniversary, which left us both scrambling. Fuck, what is the traditional gift for 10 years? Wikipedia says tin. Can it be Target Gift Cards and leftover Udon soup, because I have […]
Having a live tree has been a live, in-home therapy session for my closeted holiday OCD. We had such a magical day planned to go pick out the perfect tree. We’d hop in the car and sing Christmas carols the whole way. We’d walk together down the rows and rows of trees, homemade hot chocolate […]
1. I’m thankful for the boxes of Ritz crackers dipped in chocolate. 2. I’m thankful that my kids don’t like Minecraft, because I have no fucking idea what’s going on when we play it and it gives me nightmares. 3. I’m thankful Andy is willing to live with a writer, and never questions when he […]
Andy and I are the same age. Born a mere 23 days apart. But if you ask Jude, our math savant son… Andy is 32. I am 30. So, fine, I lied about my age to my six year old son who could give all of zero fucks about the number. But, I cared and […]
The kids call him papa. I think it makes people uncomfortable, which only goads us on, triple dog daring us into those weird couples who refer to each other as “papa” and “mama” across the room from each other at parties or in line for the complimentary hotel continental breakfast. We have all our important […]