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Playdates. (Relationships)
I guessed Burt’s Bees Pomegranate, size ten and a half Converse, a gold Toyota with bumper stickers revealing your progressive leanings. I was wrong about the hatchback, but you forgave me this, as I forgive you the earrings to which my mother will attribute erroneous and nefarious meaning, until you set her straight, which we [...]
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I cannot guess what you want. I cannot guess if what you have is what you wanted, then, once, now. If you have what you want and you know it, know this as well: This is as good as it gets. If you don’t know if you have what you want, think about it, do. [...]
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I’m amazed daily by what lasts and doesn’t last. I’m amazed by what gets left behind, what gets discarded. I realize I’ve become a scavenger of artifacts of love. A while ago, post-divorce, I came across a tiny antique engagement ring on eBay. I’d been searching for something completely different, a gift for a friend. [...]
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1. I let the roses in. It’s cold outside. I will not be responsible for anything freezing to death on my watch. Two cats, two dogs, two little girls, four houseplants, one dozen red roses. Accounted for. 2. He knows I will act, if there is a stray, waiting. I took them in, all twelve, [...]
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Someone’s definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. My definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over and not expecting a different result. Or: trying something completely novel (every time) and expecting and not expecting a different result. Or: expecting the morning paper to arrive, [...]
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We settle in to watch her choice on Netflix: episodes of my favorite childhood show, Fame. Her choice. I cannot believe my luck. She can’t get enough of Doris and Montgomery and Leroy and Coco and Bruno and the girl from Footloose. [...]
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Fanny won’t budge. She’s having none of it. What idiot did this to her beloved backyard? Overnight, our backyard changed. Two feet of snow, maybe more. I think it is beautiful—a lush winter wonderland. But Fanny does not like change. Until us, her world had been cold and precarious. Once a stray in Brooklyn, she [...]
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New gig, new post! Please go and show some comment love over here: First-Parent Singular at ParentDish. The piece is called “Blinging the Tree, Girl-Style,” and features my mother attempting a naughty word. (And that accordion of hers. We’ve gone viral.)
Today’s giveaway is LOVE, RECIPROCATED. And peekaboo stiletto boots THAT I CREATE IN MY MIND AND SEND TO YOU TELEPATHICALLY.
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ekki gleyma tannkreminu. ekki gleyma tannburstanum. kaerastans mins, ekki gleyma mér. don’t forget the toothpaste. don’t forget the toothbrush, my dear man, don’t forget me. mig langar bara að vera með þér, elskan mín. þú hefur gott hjarta, elskan mín. i just want to be with you, my dear. you have a good heart, my [...]
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