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August 16, 2010 · 68 comments

I try to console myself with the fact that I don’t need to change my name back to Mattern. And if I have any single friends left who like me enough to ask me to be their Maid of Honor someday soon, I can be a Maid of Honor again, instead of a Matron of Honor.

But I will still want to cover my upper arms with an unfortunate wrap. That’s just 40 for you.

Even Julia had some upper-arm jiggle going on.

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Protected: The Tragick Death of Sonnet 116 by the Dastardlie Hands of Route 8

August 15, 2010 · 3 comments

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

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The fourth dog

August 12, 2010 · 21 comments

“You’re going to have to be firm with her,” he says, amused.

“I know,” I say, as she nudges her nose under my arm, again. “Oh, I know.”

When I hang up, she nestles close and spoons with me, pressing her shaven spine against my soft belly.

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Hmmm. Thoughts on a new career?

August 4, 2010 · 6 comments

I will rephrase: Have you any thoughts on a potentially lucrative new career that would not require a SECOND career and five years of my life to pay for and acquire the training/credentials? Yeah, I know. I’ve asked you before. That’s because YOU IZ TEH SMARTZ OF THIS OPERATIONZ and I neeeeed you. This whole starting-over business is one slow process.

Please to read? Please to help me brainstorm? Yes? So nice. So good. I like. Clickie clickie.

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Just happy. That is all.

July 20, 2010 · 30 comments

Caught myself smiling. To think I thought forty was an end. Shame on me.

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Three

July 13, 2010 · 8 comments

Click here to be magically transported by sparkly single-mother unicorns.

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The unlikely bonfire

July 9, 2010 · 4 comments

For those of you who couldn’t make it: This just in from my dear Kelly at The Reading Nest. Thank you, Kelly and ZenMaster B! Such a beautiful night that was. Beautifully, beautifully unlikely, indeed.

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I will be the newest goddess of hearth and home, mark my words

July 9, 2010 · 16 comments

WWHOHD?

What would Hestia or Hera do?

Oh, these H-gals are on ON MY MIND. It turns out that Hestia, not Hera, is the goddess of hearth and home. Hera is the goddess of marriage, motherhood, children. But I am grooving hard on both of these goddesses, at the moment.

I realize I have not cleaned the cat litter box for some time. Some kitty litter is scattered beside it, and the trail extends into the hallway outside the bathroom. I swallow the unpleasant conclusion: Eli has been, er, helping me keep it clean. Ugh. Clearly, I am no goddess of the hearth and home—not yet—although I love home with a passion, and I pine for a hearth with the fervor of Hestia. I yearn for a lasting marriage like Hera, even with a husband that tosses a lightning bolt now and then.

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