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A Whole Lotta Whoa Going On

Salutations, friends. I’ve done a craptastic job at blogging as of late, but I do have good reason. I’M BUSY AF. Of course, AF stands for “As a Feline with 3 legs trying to cover a turd on a frozen pond”. Because I would never curse and use the real meaning that […]


Cruel Summer

Oh, sweet Bananarama with your 80’s one-hit wonder. Such a catchy little tune, isn’t it? Bum bum bum bum-bum bum bum. What is that? A xylophone? I’ve never been sure. Anyway, the lyrics say, “It’s a cruel, cruel summer. Leaving me here on my own. Now you’re gone.” I was sitting by my pool […]


We’re Busy…And That’s Perfectly Okay

“Hurry up, we’re going to be late!” I say it more often than not. I say it as my husband frantically searches for his keys, as my kids hastily stuff tacos in their mouths, as I scurry to put the puppy in the crate, apply lip gloss, fill my tumbler cup with ice, put on my […]


Month 7: The First Recital

I used to title the posts pertaining to my mother’s death by the number of days she’d been gone. Day 11, Day 42, Day 87. I kept up with those days the same way a new mother keeps up with the weeks since her newborn’s birth. But now, it’s morphed into months. Too many days have […]


Day Eighty: Rejoicing in Sorrow

It’s old news that my mother passed away eighty days ago. It’s old news that my father died when I was eleven. Four years have come and gone since we lost my godfather. A year has now passed since I miscarried. My last grandparent died in 2006. Those are some of the major […]