Tag Archives: life

A sour bite of envy

  My in-laws just returned from a trip to visit my niece and nephew’s school for Grandparents’ Day. “Oh, you should see their school,” my mother-in-law gushed, “it’s so nice.  They have a computer lab about four times the size … Continue reading

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Things I know I am supposed to like (but totally don’t)

When I was younger I lacked confidence and did not wish to distinguish myself by seeming to dislike things that were popular among my peers. As I grew older and mouthier I came to believe that those things which I … Continue reading

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Last night I sucked at motherhood

My boy turns seven in a few weeks and he hates homework.  He also hates school.  He hates anything that resembles learning.  He doesn’t mind learning if it doesn’t feel like learning.  The knowledge has to sneak up on him.  … Continue reading

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A Day in My Life? Please….

I was recently poking around online for possible blog topics and found a suggestion for doing an entry that chronicles a day in my life.  I had to chuckle at that one.  My routine is so cobbled together right now … Continue reading

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Stamping out the humbug

  My grandmother hated Christmas. I didn’t realize this until several years after she passed away.  My aunt and I were talking about Christmas, and she told me that the holidays were stressful for my Nanny.  She took on the … Continue reading

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I was a Waffle House waitress

In case you are not from the South, if you are not close to the South, you have never been to the South, or you do not know a single Southerner, this is a Waffle House: These little restaurants pepper the … Continue reading

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It’s green, it’s monstrous, and it’s very unbecoming on a 40-year-old woman

  In the fourth and fifth grade, I was frenemies with a girl named Patty.  In a region heavily populated by Italians, Patty was Italian and I was not.  She had soft wavy hair, pretty dresses, and an unbroken home, and I … Continue reading

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