LIKE ONE OF THOSE VICTORIAN BITCHES WITH A CONVERSION DISORDER Hi! Since we last talked, my body has been freaking out a little. My fingers have erupted into an itchy lizard skin of tiny blisters. Husband thinks the cats have been prowling through the nettles, and when I pet the
Here comes that itchy feeling when I haven’t updated in so long I fear when I DO eventually get around to saying something important, all the threads of my life will have unraveled in such small but profound ways that I will think FUCK IT, I cannot write this tome
When everyone returned to Middle’s after swimming, my husband and I sprung the idea of leaving that evening after dinner. Our kids appeared fine with the plan, and Middle seemed perhaps a bit relieved – her morning of getting kids to daycare and herself to work made a little easier
With some distance from the last post, it occurred to me that maybe my mother had such strange responses during the DNR talk because, in fact, that whole conversation was not all about me, (wheee, what a concept!) but on her side of it, the excruciating business of admitting it’s
Sunday started out pretty good. My family and my sister’s family all went over to walk Mom’s dog, who is such a crack up, we were all laughing at this goofy mutt’s antics. I have to be honest. When looking at how my mom could simplify her life, I’d definitely