I remember the marble being such a pretty color, peachy with ribbons of coral running through it. It was everywhere. Marble tub. Marble sink. Marble floor. “That’s a lot of stinkin marble,” I thought to myself as I was lying there, half-naked, face-down on the floor with a nose that might be broken. I was […]
[Continue reading...]sparkles
September 26, 2011 By
This weekend, we went out of town for a wedding. Weddings are bright and happy, filled with love and flowers and sparkles. Or in my case, poop and overflowing toilets, with oozing wounds and gas. On the day of the wedding, I had to leave a bridal brunch early since my father-in-law, who just had surgery, […]
[Continue reading...]the loom
September 22, 2011 By
I feel like a decent mother. After all, my daughter eats her spinach, draws excellent giraffes, makes up songs that rhyme, and announces randomly at dinner that, sadly, Pluto is no longer a planet. We mothers pat ourselves on the back for being that rock in our children’s changing world. The straight arrow in their […]
[Continue reading...]little house, big tears
September 11, 2011 By
(my daughter, looking very old fashioned) When my daughter was sick last year, my mom came into town to stay with her so I could go to work. The old-fashioned, no-cable, non-Disney people that we are, we thought it might be a good idea to start a lifetime of Little House on the Prairie episodes. […]
[Continue reading...]Amanda (from Texas)
September 9, 2011 By
Dear Martha Stewart, Today, my son projectile vomited all over my shirt. I had to change into a gown at the pediatrician’s office, walking out with a pile of my son’s throw-up still remaining on the little table. Try getting that out with a stain stick. Years ago, in your post-prison haze, I took a […]
[Continue reading...]what’s for dinner?
September 7, 2011 By
This evening, I fed my daughter scrambled eggs with broccoli. She said it was gross and why do we always have broccoli and I’m really annoyed that you put the broccoli with the eggs and finally, my stomach hurts. I didn’t have any excuses really, except to tell her that some children were starving and […]
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