Tag: America

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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Denim Shirt

  If I were a mechanic, I would bring my lunch in a paper sack. During the winter months, I’d take a thermos of soup to chase off the cold. My garage would be a small two bay place, painted white with blue trim. Outside would hang a sign in dark blue script that read Mechanic on Duty.…

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Missing Sock

Sometimes I’m just not sure there’s room for vanilla anymore. I understand the need for everyone to be represented, but I can’t even relate to most of the movies that are currently out. I’m either inundated with sappy stupid, or I find myself wondering when everything, everyone, became so cool and hip. I think it’s great if there are movies…

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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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Flip Flops

It’s Memorial Day, again. Honestly, as I get older sometimes things become rote.  Here we go again, another Easter, it’s time for Halloween again.  As we move into summer, it’s another long weekend of flags, boats heading to the lake, and the smell of coals burning. More often than not, when I get in these modes, slip…

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Torn Pocket

I should write a post about Baltimore. I have an opinion.  I’m sure for many it would be the wrong side, or maybe readers would agree and deem my thoughts correct, right. I’m not sure.  I have things to say, feelings to express, but when I try to put them down, they are too big,…

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