Year: 2011
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Rate My Stitches! (Warning! Pictures.)
On Wednesday morning I cut myself doing the dishes. A glass exploded in my hand. I screamed a few obscenities (good thing Em was in school and Elliot doesn’t yet know much English) and then yelled for Toby. I have no clue what I would have done had he not been there. On most days,…
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The Seven Year Itch
(This might be the most boring post I’ve ever written. But I wanted to put it out there on the off chance another person is suffering as well.) I was 30 and living in San Francisco when I first wrote about it. I wrote about the razor rash on my legs. At the time I…
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What Terror Looks Like
Here is a shot of Em on Splash Mountain with my mom and dad. Of course we had to buy a copy because every time I see it, I laugh. But the kid is terrified. I mean, look at his face. Terror. Pure terror. When he saw the picture, he said, “What’s wrong with me?” Kid,…
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My Family
Em’s teachers recently asked all the kids to bring in pictures of their family. I had to send two along since we don’t have any shots including all four of us. Are we a minority here? Is this common? I’ve been curious. Anyway, that’s no longer the case. Last Sunday, at my graduation, my father…
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Thirty-One Years.
I have exactly 7 minutes before I have to pick up Em from school. I have 7 minutes to write about REM and how they broke up today after 31 years of making music together. Thirty-one years. I have 7 minutes to write about how much that band meant to me. I’m trying to cram…
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Behold: The Cake
Here’s my final cake. I put roaches on it. Not too weird, right? Let me explain. When I got this project, I pictured a really simple, white wedding cake. I wanted to try and do something really elegant. I imagined super fine piping, minimalistic but nice. And then I pictured something on it NO ONE…
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That F*cking Weird Kid
It’s been a busy couple of weeks. Emory started school last week and there’s been some adjusting on my part to the new routine. He’s going to the same school, but it’s at another location. And that location is a wee bit further away. So, it’s been a bit of a change. Plus, my big…
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Tales About Nothing
Emory has an imaginary friend named Nothing. Nothing is with him most of the time and travels with us in Emory’s pocket. The existence of Nothing has spawned some pretty profound, existential conversations as of late. Here are a few of our more recent conversations. Conversation One Em: “Nothing is in my pocket.” Me: “Oh…
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HOLY SHIT. Pictures.
This is my neighborhood. I took a walk earlier to see how things were going before Irene hits. (Captions above each picture.) The new fish shack near the water. Haven’t been yet. Bagelsmith. They stay open ALL THE TIME. Seriously, it could be the end of days and you could buy a a bagel there.…
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