Tag: emory
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A Serious Talk
Yesterday Tobyjoe and I had a talk with Emory intermittently over the course of an hour. We were at a local tapas restaurant in Williamsburg. We sat outside and sipped a glass of wine while they pumped music into the garden. Grace Slick came on and Toby said, “Emory, people think this woman is cool.…
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Where Are You?
I’ve done this before but not since 2004. I’m yearning to envy. Where are you now? Where would you rather be? What is your view? I’m in Brooklyn. I’d post a picture of my view but it’s basically just a wall and a dark TV screen. But the picture below pretty much sums it up…
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An AHA! Moment.
I used to hate it, seriously hate it, when family or friends said, “You’ll understand when you have kids of your own someday.” It seemed they used this in response to everything. I saw it as a way shutting the childless up. “We can’t have this conversation because you haven’t had kids.” It seemed so…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 14)
On Saturday, I got up at 5 AM. Tired and bleary eyed, I wandered into the kitchen for some water and a snack. My aunt dropped by last week and left me 6 pink cupcakes. I love cupcakes and that love has blossomed now that I’m breastfeeding Emory. I had been dreaming about these cupcakes…
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Like the Smell of a New Eraser.
The other night I was standing in the living room trying to calm a cranky, gassy baby when all of a sudden Tobyjoe looked at me and screamed, “SCHOOL SUPPLIES!” Just like that, out of nowhere, SCHOOL SUPPLIES! Like he suddenly remembered that school was starting, like, tomorrow and Emory wasn’t prepared because we totally…
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There's a Reason it Sells For More Than $3.00 an Ounce.
My nipples are killing me. I won’t go into too much detail because my entire family reads this Web site. Let’s just say, I can’t even tolerate a hug at the moment without the feeling of a million heated daggers shooting into each nipple. It’s terrible. And I’m working on trying to figure out what…
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I Need to Sleep. Why Won't You, Why Won't You Let Me Sleep?
For some reason the idea of facing each evening and the inevitable sleeplessness of it all scares the hell out of me. It causes me great anxiety, like it’s going to kill me or something. Which is stupid because I spent many a nights without sleep in design school and that didn’t kill me. The…
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Pictures of Emory
I finally got around to downloading some pictures from the camera. I always declared (and proudly) that I wasn’t going to become one of those mothers guilty of letting everyone know how smart her kid is or how good looking he is. But, man! I think this kid is pretty darned cute. Biased as it…
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Emotional Vomit.
Yesterday was the worst day yet for me emotionally. I cried for the majority of the afternoon. I was crying when Tobyjoe came home from work. I cried after he got home. And I cried during dinner. I felt worse for a few reasons. My brother, who has lived in Brooklyn for as long as…
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