Dinner at 3. I make chipotle smashed sweet potatoes, which nobody likes. My mother calls the peppers chi-polt-ay beans, and we make merciless fun. After, poker chips and beer at the small round table in the room over the garage. Charlie Brown on the wide screen tv, Jack on the couch, attentive. Liam being passed…
I Have to Get This Out of my Brain
This is so boring for you my readers, but I feel I must dispense with this handful of things so I can move on with my life. My little bro just changed his facebook status to “single,” thus ending a 4 year relationship that we all thought would lead to marriage, and I’m sort of…
Wasted Day
Sitter couldn’t come today, and the Professor is occupied at school from morning til well after dinner. I have about 35 pages of a paper to write, 35 difficult pages of a difficult paper that I’ve had to re write and re-structure twice now, and I have about 9 days to do it. I wish…
Fini
A finite number of pictures will be taken of each of my children, this I know. One day, their lives will end, and there will be no more. It’s an odd way to think about death, but as I watch Madeline Alice Spohr’s parents try to negotiate their lives without her, and I see them…
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