For the past couple months I’ve been drafting my next post, and then deleting everything and starting over. Too much going on for me to capture, and not fun stuff. I’ll get to it. So while we’re waiting, let’s acknowledge the wonder of my birth 69 years ago, with a little ditty. Here’s context: On a trip to Europe before COVID, Molly met a delightful Swiss guy who, on her birthday every year since, has […]
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Notes from the Bog
I decided that if I ever write a book, which I won’t because I have absolutely nothing to say (as you’ve noticed), it would be a memoir, even though my life has been unremarkable. I would call it I’m Sorry. (I always name my stories before writing them, and have since I was little.) If there were a corpus of my speech patterns, “sorry” would surely emerge as my most frequently used word. I even […]
Read moreAn Unknown Flower
A while ago I told Ember, “I’d do anything for you.” No reply. It seemed like she didn’t hear me. Fast-forward to this week. A master of prolonging bedtime, she draws on techniques like engaging me with interesting questions she knows I can’t help but answer, or requesting things that seem suddenly essential. A few nights ago after I’d gotten her all tucked in, she asked for a back rub. I declined, on account of […]
Read moreM-m-m-m-my [De]Generation
In The Who’s 1965 hit My Generation, Roger Daltry tells us, “I hope I die before I get old.” While his sentiment may be a bit extreme (and by “old” he probably meant around forty), I see his point. Let me tell you about my own [de]generation. At my dentist appointment a couple weeks ago I overheard the doctor say to a patient in the next cubicle, “Your tooth looks fine. There’s nothing alarming. Not […]
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