It has been two months since I went off the sauce. It was pretty easy, this time. I was taking strong painkillers for the miscarriage, anyway, so it seemed a propitious time. (Also the number on the scale at the doctor’s was sufficiently humbling.)
But now, two months later, I crave Dew’s lemon meringue-y chemical sweetness [...]
We drove Mr. Bennet (I’ll call him something respectful just in case anything happens) to the airport this morning for his celebrity appearance in Texas. (”Celebrity appearance” is technical writer humor for “waste two vacations days and pay half your hotel fee for the dubious honor of speaking to your fellow technical writers.”)
On the way [...]
When Spot was several weeks old, we went to the beach for our Sunday evening walk, as we did most months of the year in Florida. As I held her squirmy little body to my chest and wrestled with the baby bjorn fastenings, my shoulder dislocated. Because I am a mother, I called Mr. Bennet [...]
(Pre.S. 1 There’s a Thanksgiving Point giveaway at the end, so skip to that if you get bored.)
(Pre.S. 2 Mr. Bennet needs to come to terms with the fact that even celebrity mommy bloggers fart.)
Yesterday I took Sally and Susan to a mommy-blogger PR tour at Thanksgiving Point, and the full disclosure is that they [...]
Through a series of serendipitous events, Dick and I went to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir’s Ring Christmas Bells concert last weekend. It was being filmed for PBS, and it was the fanciest performance I’ve been to in a long time. Perhaps ever.
But as I watched the dancers, in odd (but modest!) angel-nun costumes, and the [...]
Dick’s maternal grandfather died of colon cancer at the age of 43. He was diagnosed about 18 months before that, and left behind a wife and three children. When I realized that Dick would be turning 33 next month, and that we have three children I cannot raise alone, I started asking about colonoscopies.
My dad is usually my [...]
There are a few things in life that make me feel as privileged as Ivana Marie Zelníčková Syrovatka Trump Mazzucchelli Rubicondi. Things that make me grateful to live in this century, to have been born in a developed, prosperous country, and to have a husband who slaves daily to keep us in Mountain Dew and [...]