by Mir | Sep 13, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
pick·y: adj. Excessively meticulous; fussy. I thought I knew picky. I thought I knew picky eaters. And then, I met my son. It is at the core of maternal urges to nourish one’s young. My youngest has stymied my attempts from the beginning. He had multiple...
by Mir | Sep 13, 2004 | What do I do all day?
Well, okay. They’re not particularly murderous. Nor did they go away, say, on a short jaunt to the beach or something, and then unexpectedly return. Basically, there’s just been a huge honkin’ sack of apples sitting on my counter ever since we went...
by Mir | Sep 12, 2004 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
Today’s post is an entry in the third Blogging For Books contest being held over at The Zero Boss. I encourage you to visit Jay and check out all the entries. This month’s theme is Adaptation. I held an instructional packet of information in one hand, and...
by Mir | Sep 12, 2004 | Friends
Apropos of nothing, I am sitting here thinking about my favorite insults from friends. The incidence of people referring to me as “hussy” has increased exponentially since my divorce. Not because I actually am a hussy (alas!), but because the ex’s...
by Mir | Sep 11, 2004 | Detritus
Three years ago today, I forgot to do a “first day of school” picture of Chickadee before taking her in to meet her new teacher. She bounced off to her first day of preschool with hardly a backwards glance. Monkey had to be peeled off my leg amidst...
