Category: adulthood

Feathers

Should we reconstruct our vaginas or simply steam them on the regular? More importantly, is it still a vagina or should I be calling it a vulva? I read a handful of seemingly adult humans—or maybe adult is an outdated term since we are all just children-at-heart adulting while striving for our daily steps circle…

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Different Colors

Seven months. Articles and books talk about this “transition,” from raising children to parenting around the edges, but it seems to be different for everyone. Every child. When my first daughter went off to make her own life, I was a bit lost, and my heart ached, but I was raising two other people. Distraction…

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Folding

I don’t know what I am doing. You’ll say that’s not true, or I’m “taking a break,” but yesterday I practiced my print handwriting. I practiced it all day. I made tea. Got out a notebook and practiced my letters. Height, spacing, different pens, you name the variation, and I was working it. This may…

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Lived-In Look

  The goal was to write a blog post once a week and I failed. No lives were taken, no money lost. Just a mental game I played with myself that didn’t work out. Oh well, there’s always next week to get it right. My daughter turns twenty-four on Saturday. She’s at that age where…

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Delicate Cycle

I have been looking for the perfect bra since the little training ones no longer did the trick. Shopping for bras is such an awkward process no matter the cup. One minute articles or actresses chastise the media for not embracing the female form. The mantra-of-the-moment is that my breasts should be celebrated and happy in…

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Shrink

  I don’t think my daughter ever played dress-up. She had some gypsy stuff and leftover Halloween costume props that would surface as perfectly acceptable school accessories, but she never walked around in my heels or wanted to wear my work clothes. Now I know why. Katlyn is my oldest and today she turns twenty-three.…

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Express Wash

Another election year is underway. I should share some of my thoughts on the presidential debates, the “race for The White House”—cue the music. I could pick a side, make fun of Trump’s hair for the thousandth time or baulk that Hillary never seems “friendly” enough. Now might be the time to start feeling the Burn…

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Clothes Pin

  Our recycle man has blue eyes. On the approach to our house, the last section of road is one lane. It’s also a hill. There’s an unspoken rule, if the driver at the top of the hill sees another driver moving up the road, they need to pull over and let that person pass before heading down…

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Big Girl Pants

I’ve never liked escalators. When I was a child, I was terrified of them. I’d grasp for a hand or stand there holding up traffic. I was always worried that I’d miss the first step and somehow slide into the steel folding blocks of decent. There they would crunch me up like yesterday’s garbage. It was…

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