These days I mostly try not to write. My life is so full of work and family and weeding. But every now and then, my brain starts to itch and the only way to scratch that itch is writing. This is where you will find my most recent scratchings.
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A Day in the Garden
Last weekend, after the Meltdown of the one before, was a very consciously constructed vacation for your truly. During the Meltdown, I finally asked for specific, regular, predetermined time every week. My Man’s always available on the weekends, but I somehow don’t take as much time for myself as I need unless those three qualifications are met. So, we decided that Saturday’s would be My Day, more or less. And it was. All day. I checked in regularly, to nurse the Babe, but then went right back to MeMeMe activities. I neglected the filthy house, let My Man feed the…
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Chocolate: Cures What Ails Ya
As you know, I have been mourning the loss of my oven. Or rather, the loss of my ability to turn it on, what with the 24/7 too fucking hot. I’ve been dreaming up these chocolate-tooth cures for awhile, and finally got down to business. It’s not like it was hard. Little could be easier, once you’ve secured your fair-trade chocolate and organic nuts. This “recipe” is much, much easier than pie which really, who are we kidding, is not that easy. It involves 1. melting chocolate and 2. pouring it over nuts. Can ya dig it? Waiting until cool…
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Behind Every Great Woman
What ever happened with My Man’s summer work, anyway? You might ask. He got a job working for an attorney named Joel Waltzer, who heads up pretty much the only authentic environmental firm in town (for those of y’all unawares as I would have been, most “environmental” lawyers work for BP, or some such bullshit. They have to be savvy to environmental laws too, y’know. So they can get away with breaking them.) Not only is Joel apparently righteous, he’s also purty darned smart. And eager to share whatever he knows, and interested in My Man’s thoughts. Sounds incredibly ideal…
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Staking Our Claim, Learning to Ask
Wow, you ladies really did yourselves justice with all those heartfelt comments. I wanted to respond to every one, but it’s that or write another post with my few moments. So, like a true posting junkie, here I go. I surely didn’t mean that we should feel guilty for carving out our own place. A completely self-less mama is not any kind of goal. And guilt ain’t no good anyways. I don’t think it’s our responsibility to be ever-present and ever-delightful. I do think it’s our responsibility to try and try and try some more to find that balance between…
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Keeping it Real and a Recipe for Playdough
In keeping with my general theme of authentic at all costs, I really had better clarify that yesterday’s post did not come out of a place of Sweetness. Isn’t it always easier to find words for what you want to be, when you are in fact straying farthest from the path? To be truthful, I have been having quite a time lately. Not exactly open-to-the-public blog material. Something along the lines of a mid-mama-life crisis. It’s been fairly dire. And yesterday after my pretty post about Sweetness, I spent the rest of the day decidedly turning away from it. What…
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