Category: America

Pressed

Years ago, I found myself in a Walgreens parking lot. My kids were still little, so I’m sure I was picking up liquid Tylenol, or maybe I was shopping for cards and Oreos because everyone was finally asleep. It was a mundane night. I don’t remember why I was there. And yet, I will never…

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Drum

116,516 | 405,399 | 36,516 | 58,209 | 2,216 | 4,497  I know very little about numbers and even less about war. I know the average person takes 23,000 breaths a day and the moon orbits the earth every 27 days or so. It takes the moon twenty-seven days to travel around the earth one time. Every night,…

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Starch

  If I don’t focus, life can be a real pain in the ovaries. Recently, I have started reading about Stoicism. I’m finding meditation is a little too cozy-blanket unless I’m going to be a monk, which is still an option on my table, but in the meantime, I need to strike a balance between…

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Air Out

It might be time to step outside. I’m thinking near the ocean or under another gorgeous full moon, something to help gain perspective. Over the past few months, things have become incredibly myopic, and while I understand disappointment, I am confused by the over-the-top drama. My choice for elected-follower didn’t win on Tuesday either, but a…

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Puffy Jacket

Oh, how I once longed to smoke. Truly. When I was in college I tried sober in a coffee shop; I tried drunk in Mexico, I put some serious effort into picking up the habit. There was something alluring about the intense inhale followed by that seductive plume curling from someone’s mouth. Smokers had an…

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Toughskins

  I am white. It is the skin I was born in. It’s actually kind of peach and sometimes blotchy in the sun, but in society, I am classified as—white. I’m married to a man with similar skin, and all three of our children are shades of us. We are a white family living on…

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Beach Cover-Up

I have never understood the practice of a sparkly Band-aid after a shot. A shot is painful, big tear inducing and a Band-aid with Mickey Mouse or Sponge Bob seems like a chintzy consolation. When my children were little they asked the inevitable question as they hopped up on the exam table in room 4.…

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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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Size

Lots of counting, tracking, and numbers this month. The United States just turned 239 years old.  This blog has been around for eight years this month.  Jack Jack Cutie Face will be one year old tomorrow and on the very last day of July 2015, I will be forty-four. I’m not sure what any of this means,…

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