Tag: children

Fluted Skirt

When I was in grammar school I played the flute. I also played for a semester my freshman year in high school, but that was just a last ditched effort to pad my college application. Didn’t count. Third grade flute playing is what really stands out.  I rented my flute. It was in a hard black case and…

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Spin

Less is seldom more. My son will move out of our house and into his college dorm next week. He drives me nuts.  He’s been what they call a “challenge.”  Loud, self-absorbed, and crazy moody. He still eats in his room, still tries to sidestep chores or responsibility, still runs at full speed and scares the crap out of me.  He’s arrogant and selfish…

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Odd Fit

I like to think of myself as funny. I’m pretty sure I won something in high school related to being funny…best sense of humor or best laugh, maybe. No, I don’t think it was my laugh because that’s a bit of an awkward and snorty mess most of the time. Anyway, the point of the…

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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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Shift Dress

I have this thing with being left behind. I guess it’s an “issue.”  I want to leave first, die first, I want to be the goer, doer.  I’m not aware of any abandonment issues, and if I have them, it’s too late to delve into that mess.  I’m an adult, a mom, who has a…

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Couture

There was a little girl at Starbucks this morning.  School uniform, braided hair, she was sitting in one of the chairs by the shelf of coffee and designer cups.  She must have been asked to wait there while her mom got, what I’m sure was much needed, caffeine. I noticed her because she was sort…

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Monkey Socks

Middle. Cream filling, insulation, pages, jelly, core, down feathers.  All are in the middle, tucked between two covers or layers.  The heart is essentially in the middle, between the front and back of the body.  Nestled and hidden, but essential. The chocolate cookies of an Oreo are crunchy and yummy, but it’s really about the…

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Patches

I’m always a little overzealous with the Spackle. The less is more philosophy sort of goes out the window and I find myself not only covering up unsightly cracks or holes, but trying to get the wall back to it’s original state. My enthusiastic efforts usually create patches.  I overdo it and then I have…

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Onesie

At the risk of sounding politically incorrect (God forbid), an interesting little diddy popped up on my news feed and I feel compelled, yes compelled, to comment. Let’s start with the Editor’s note that accompanied the article… (Editor’s Note: We have followed the Advocate’s lead, and referred to John Jolie-Pitt as “they” as a gender-neutral pronoun…

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