Lawyerin'
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Happy Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day morning at church. A carnation for me, my mother-in-law, all the mothers who come. Home for lunch. And then I drive away. I’m really sad.
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Between
We were down to nursing just once a day, in the morning. He would wake at 4, 5, 6, always early, and I would pull him into Jack’s bed and lay between them and I would nurse him back to sleeping, convince him that we needn’t start our day just yet. I was sometimes hours there, laying there between them. If we had a king bed and their father could join us – that would be the only possible way to improve upon such a beginning for the day. (I sometimes imagine – and don’t think I’m strange – but I sometimes imagine that when I am very old and…
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Trajectory
Do you ever feel like you’ve been gently, insistently redirected? Herded. Shepherded. There is a distinction, but in either case, direction from an outside source is implicit. A sheep-i-ness is implied. I have let the slings and arrows of daily existence make me go baaa. I sometimes feel my youth slipping away from me, which is foolish. Which is understandable. Which is frightening. I’m three beers into a Saturday evening spent writing a legal brief. The beers are to reassert my reckless youth. The beers are to remind me that it’s Saturday, even though I’ve worked through most of the day, pausing only to run errands at Target with my…