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"Maybe all we can hope to do is end up with the right regrets."



Last Build Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2018 16:51:54 +0000

 



Happy second GET OUT birthday!

Fri, 20 Apr 2018 16:51:54 +0000

Once upon a time, a long long (longlonglongLONG) time ago, I started a blog shortly after my firstborn turned six. At the time she had buckteeth and dark blonde hair and little blue glasses, and she often glared at me and said I DON’T LIKE YOU when I displeased her. This week that same sassypants […]



Recentish

Fri, 06 Apr 2018 16:29:26 +0000

I am positively CRUSHING 2018, in case you were wondering. Why, I made a new vision board on January 1st—as I’ve done for the past howevermany years—and I finally took down last year’s board and hung the new one this week. In April. LOOK AT ME GO. (Okay, in my defense: It has to be […]



DIYDon’ts and other spare time disasters

Mon, 26 Mar 2018 19:28:20 +0000

Hello! My father—you know, that guy you know as Mir’s Dad—was here to see the play (which was, I think, pretty much a success despite some, er, challenges), and during that time he asked when I was going to blog again, and I was all, “Dude, I am BUSY, with this SHOW and STUFF” and […]



Tech Week

Tue, 06 Feb 2018 15:11:07 +0000

Or, Snot: The Opera. Or, Tell Me Again Why I Thought I Liked Doing Theater? Or, My Children Moved Out And All I Got Was The Plague (Twice). Or, Someone Hates Me And It’s Hurting My Delicate Feelings. Good morning! Gosh, this is early for me to be blogging. (As in, early in the day. […]



All grown up and good to go

Wed, 10 Jan 2018 15:35:49 +0000

Monkey turned 18 last week. EIGHTEEN! That’s just plain nutso, because I can barely remember my own name these days, but I have such clear memories of the day he was born, so it cannot possibly have happened so long ago. I remember the doctor insisting it would “be a while” because my labor with […]



2017: What. A. Year.

Sun, 31 Dec 2017 16:48:11 +0000

Chickadee has been home—intermittently, to be sure, as her college pals are mostly elsewhere, and as often as not, that means I’m kissing the back of her head as she leaves for a day or three to be with them—and that means certain things are assured: 1) Her “debris field” (as Otto likes to call […]



Once there’s car bling, it’s official

Wed, 18 Oct 2017 20:03:20 +0000

When Chickadee decided on Tinytown College (not its real name), we made several trips to campus before she began her time there. Every time, we went to the bookstore and accumulated more Overpriced Licensed Stuff™, of course, including shirts for the whole family, which was ESPECIALLY important because we have since discovered that perhaps the […]



Perhaps the most exciting time of my life

Wed, 11 Oct 2017 16:01:04 +0000

If pressed, I am going to tell you that the best two days of my life were when my kids were born. (If pressed further—and/or if Otto is there—I will slot my wedding to him in a very close third place.) Bringing forth new life and the miracle of birth and oh hey ALSO having […]



Learn a little, screw up a little, rinse, repeat

Fri, 29 Sep 2017 15:26:28 +0000

Otto and I spent most of the spring and part of the summer talking about, planning for, and perhaps-a-little-too-gleefully anticipating our empty nest. It’s not that we don’t adore the children—of course we do!—it’s just that… one, we’ve never been “just us” the way a traditional first-marriage couple gets to be, and two, have you […]



Irma and others

Mon, 18 Sep 2017 15:13:27 +0000

Don’t try to have a conversation with me this week. I will, at some point, mutter darkly about throwing away five pounds of PERFECTLY GOOD shrimp. It will not need to be relevant to the conversation for me to bring this up, either. I am bitter and it’s stupid that I’m bitter and yet: five […]