July 23rd, 2009
It must be summer, because I got the out-of-nowhere urge to cull my 5-year old’s closet for the high-waters and faux three-quarter sleeve shirts that have even the DADs commenting, “She’s kinda outgrowing her clothes, isn’t she?”
Our neighbor’s daughter is the lucky recipient for our 10-year old Gap and Gymboree classics whose paper-thin knees I hoped would survive at least two more wash cycles. When I finally clear them out, I take another look around her room and realize the work has just begun.
There’s more Bisphenol A (or is it B?) plastics in red and blue and yellow than there is floor space; a rainbow of colors and shapes stuffed into rectangular toy chests as a pretense to organization that is really the fallout of Goodwill’s ‘no more toys’ policy. Continue… »
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February 28th, 2009
Subsequents
was a term I learned from my online searches the week after Aaron died. I guess it was an easier way of saying “having another child after losing a child.”
But there was something about this clinical-sounding label that lent a controversial tone to the chat rooms in the various bereaved parent sites.
I never weighed in on any of these conversations. I’m not the online chatting kind of person, frankly, which makes this site a bit ironic for me.
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January 11th, 2009
I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but I know I had something to do with it.
I started working again at my old company. Doing the same things I’d done before the call to write my book practically blew me out of the office park. Maybe I needed proof my masters’ degrees hadn’t gone to waste. Maybe I was sick and tired of the startled reactions I got when I answered the ‘what do you do?” question with “I’m a writer” and nothing hardcover to back it up.
Most likely it’s because I was tired of not making any money. I wasn’t pulling my weight financially; just the three kids, laundry, groceries, dinners, lunches, bills, dog (yes we have one now) social calendar, team snacks, and carpools.
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