Domestic Bliss
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Whiling Away the Day
The cat is sleeping in a pile of clothes. Clean clothes, formerly folded, but now kneaded into a kitty nest for her. In the next room, pictures of her as a new kitten…
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That Other One
He is up to my knee already. I used to lay him across my forearm – bum in palm, head in the crook of my elbow, nuzzled in close and sleeping. That seems…
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This Is Not A Post About A Wedding
I’m in my parents’ kitchen in Nashville, dropping crumbs of chocolate chip cookie into my baby son’s mouth and monitoring the doneness of some pasta boiling on the stove. I have begun a…