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• humor, kids

  Dangerous Pigs from Australia

  04.30.09 | Permalink | 13 Comments

  This is how my six-year-old niece explained swine flu to her four-year-old sister. If only our appointed officials had such clarity: Dangerous pigs from Australia are coming here to give us a disease. Never go to Australia. If your teacher takes a field trip to Australia, Ali, don’t go on it. Pigs want to give [...]

• Family

  Biker Babes

  04.26.09 | Permalink | 12 Comments

  This week is Susan’s special week at preschool, which means I am scrambling to create a poster “highlighting her family and favorite things to do.” It also means that on Wednesday I will remember to make peanut butter balls (edible playdough) approximately three minutes before we’re supposed to leave to take her to school. It [...]

• pop culture

  I dreamed a dream in time gone by

  04.25.09 | Permalink | 16 Comments

  Unless you’ve been trapped under a house like the Wicked Witch of the West, you’ve heard of and seen Susan Boyle. I have been absolutely fascinated both by her and by the public’s reaction to her. I first heard about her from my mom, who usually does live under that house in Oz, though she’s [...]

• church, Family, Spot

  Hey Mommy, that’s a white boy!

  04.23.09 | Permalink | 13 Comments

  At church this week I ended up on the hemmed in side of the pew. This usually happens to me, even though I remember I hate the inexorable tide of three children and a loving husband pressing me into the corner where the pew meets the wall, because I am usually the first to walk [...]

• Sally

  Come back here

  04.22.09 | Permalink | 9 Comments

  We were late getting Sally to school today. She complained that I sat too long in my underwear at my stupid computer. I reminded her that I had to ask her five times to get in the tub. And she was silent. She reached around me for her seatbelt as I strapped her sister in [...]

• motherhood

  You don’t know me

  04.20.09 | Permalink | 19 Comments

  Ode to my man . . . Who doesn’t see my stretch marks (or ignores them). Who doesn’t see my apron of spare tummy flesh that jiggles over my pants (or ignores it). Whose eyes gleam quite flatteringly at the sight of my flabby white chest. Who forgives my laziness, my yelling, my unreasonable, irrational, [...]

• book review

  Reading in the desert

  04.19.09 | Permalink | 25 Comments

  This week I read a book that made me want to get down on my knees and give thanks that I know how to read. That there are women and men who sit down to put words on paper. That I have the time and thought and leisure to read. That I am a woman [...]

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