Liam

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    Laundry, in piles of darks, lights.  The AC competes with the constant warm hum of the dryer. The cat, alone these past three weeks, does figure eights around our legs, meowing indignantly.  Liam…

  • Counting Down the Days

    I’ve been away from the boys for seven weeks, excluding a couple of weekend visits.  One week remains of my summer job here in Mo-town, and then we’ll be reunited. At which point,…

  • An Echo of Boy

    There is a half empty juice box in my hotel room fridge.  As I pour a glass of wine for myself in a plastic tumbler, I’m standing eye to “eye” with a Tupperware…

  • This Post is Three Days Late

    He turned one.  It was terribly sad. Until it wasn’t. We had a few gifts, a few party hats, a few cupcakes. I had bought Liam three small gifts from a trip to…

  • Wiggin’

    Just this second, I’m feeling overwhelmed and out of control.  Oddly, it has nothing to do with the job, which continues to click along at a breakneck pace, taking up virtually all of…