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Melancholy
I was thinking about him yesterday. No particular reason. I think being pregnant did it, maybe. I’m sentimental enough on the average day, but throw in gestation and I’m pretty much a sodden…
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Thirty Five
I turned thirty five over Labor Day weekend. We traveled up north to watch the home team play the first college football game of the season, and it was epic in both…
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Another Open Letter Post
So I’m sure you’ve all read that open letter that has almost certainly by this point mortified the teenaged sons of the mother who wrote it (side note – as the kids get…
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Fishin’, and Other Diversions
In about a week, I will be an age that rhymes with schmirty schmive. I am way too old to love my birthday but I still do. I occasionally feel anxious about mortality,…