The cool mist humidifiers are working overtime, and still Molly wakes up with pinkish-rubber-snot-plugged nostrils. Poor baby. Tom asked me why she’s still sick when she gets all the breastfeeding, and I’ve gotten good at making her think she wants the bubble-gum flavored antibiotics. The trick is to let her play with the dropper, do the [...]
I have tried several different things to solve the problem of “What’s for dinner?” I’ve tried making elaborate menus and I’ve tried buying what’s in season and experimenting. I wish I had what it takes (the flexibility, the commitment, the close-by foodie friends, and the desire to interact that much with said hypothetical friends) to [...]
My sister is terrified of having another baby. She has three kids, her new husband has three kids. Their youngest is four now. Being a stepmom is hard; being a wife is easy. None of that’s the problem, anyway, the problem is newborns. That’s not the problem. Newborns are delicious. Even better, they grow into [...]
Everyone came over for dinner last night. Usually every third week it’s my parents and their kids and grandkids at our house for Sunday dinner. Tonight both sets of my grandparents wanted to see my dad’s recovery for themselves. (He has cancer, he’s getting aggressive treatment, and he’s looking good since shaving his off-work-for-surgery beard–and [...]
Q: “Why should I be Utah’s Next Top Sassy?” A: “World Peace.” Also too, I like the concept of supporting local businesses; it’s probably a good idea to promote and patronize them so that when the apocalypse is nigh, you’ll have a reliable source for fuel and Mountain Dew. (Maverik gas station is local to [...]
Sometimes my husband is the annoying partner on the group presentation. I always preferred working alone because the partner never gets all the crumbs when he sweeps the floor and why for the love of everything holy is he even sweeping when the vacuum is right there and then he might have some chance of [...]
She finds me, I find her. I find myself, the self I am because of her. At home, tucked in the corner of my room, upstairs, rocking in my nursing chair. The other kids come and go, to and fro, spilling strawberry milk powder on the floor, not finishing their long division. I can’t see [...]
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