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Monthly Archives: December 2011
Tomorrow Is a New Year
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and…
Posted in DAILY GRIND, IVY LEAGUE INSECURITIES., LOVE, ON LIFE, Parenthood, QUOTES., The Fam
Tagged Aidan Donnelley Rowley, back to blogging, beginning again, dani shapiro, holidays, IVY LEAGUE INSECURITIES., new year, new year's day, on beginning again, Parenthood, privilege of parenting, Ralph Waldo Emerson, starting over
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Life’s White Lights
If you slow, if you stop, if you squint, you will see them: Life’s white lights. They are wrapped around growth, around green. They dangle and dip. They glitter and shine and blur together. They remind us of seasons, of…
Posted in DAILY GRIND, Health & Happiness, IVY LEAGUE INSECURITIES., LOVE, Parenthood, The Fam, The Home Front
Tagged Aidan Donnelley Rowley, birthday, blog, blogging, blogging break, Christmas, christmas tree, Christmas with kids, holiday season, holidays, IVY LEAGUE INSECURITIES., pajamas, Parenthood, thankfulness, wedding anniversary, white lights
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The Beginning of Understanding
Today I will take Little Girl to her nine month well-visit at the pediatrician. Nine months. She’s been in this world as long as she was inside me. Hard to believe. Wonderful to realize. Because this is a yummy age.…
On Feeling Fear
To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.
Bertrand Russell
Middle Girl is afraid of shadows, particularly the one cast by the chandelier that hangs from her bedroom ceiling. She is also a bit afraid of Scout, our resident elf.…
Naughty or Nice?
7:23 am here. A Monday morning. The house smells of pine, and is littered with evidence of a big, wonderful party. The baby dances on Daddy’s lap. The big girls are still asleep. No, wait. I hear footsteps on the…
Posted in DAILY GRIND, IVY LEAGUE INSECURITIES., LOVE, Parenthood, The Fam, The Home Front
Tagged elves, naughty or nice, santa claus, the elf on the shelf
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Naked at the Party
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
Mark Twain
Do you get lots of forwards and jokes in your Inbox? Because I do. Truth be told, I rarely even open them. But I got one last night and something…
The No Spouse Zone
Husband went to his company holiday party. I did not. Because I wasn’t invited. Apparently, this is pretty common. And I guess it makes sense. Numbers-wise. Professional team-bonding-wise. And I was fine with it. Because my face wasn’t exactly party…
Posted in DAILY GRIND, The Fam, The Home Front
Tagged affairs, cheating, Christmas, company Christmas party, holiday party, spouse, workplace affairs
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Confession: I Googled My Ex
Yes. I did. And I’m woman enough to admit it. (Are you?)
Here’s the setup: I was home. Husband was out at his company holiday party to which I, ahem, was not invited. (Stay tuned for future post on this…
A Decade Ago
It wasn’t our best morning. The girls were tricky. There were tears. They didn’t want to eat breakfast. Big Girl said her bacon wouldn’t swallow. Little Girl must be getting a third tooth because she was a weepy mess. Middle…




Anti-Social Media?
Am I alone? I am trying to fight it, but I’m not sure why. What is it that I’m trying to fight? The urge to step back, shrink inward, to regain a core of privacy, to put the computer away…