June 29, 2010

Carry That Weight

The scene plays out over and over. Every day. Sometimes several times a day. I detect a cranky tone in my husband’s voice. Guilt washes over me, makes my chest ache, presses down until I feel sad and cranky and defensive. Immediately.

What is he complaining about? Who knows. Traffic, our son dragging his [...]

June 21, 2010

Luckily, Sabretooth Tigers are Extinct

The other day on the radio, the local DJs polled listeners about whether or not they’d peed in a pool before. I only tuned in for a little while (I hate that particular morning show) but the callers were surprisingly passionate about either peeing or not peeing in the pool.

A few of them [...]

March 10, 2010

I am a tomato

I’ve felt a little disjointed this week. Actually I feel like that stained glass window man in Young Sherlock Holmes. All broken and jerky.

(Remember that movie? Apparently John Lasseter worked on that window man scene back in the day before he started Pixar and made a bunch of movies that make me weep.)

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