Mihow

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  • You Are The Everything.

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    Mike was popular. Girls giggled whenever he was around. And the boys did everything they could to try and impress him. He was that guy in the fourth grade. I am absolutely certain everyone knows a that guy. I was 10. I was so not that guy. I was awkward looking—gangly. Pale as hell. I had impossibly frizzy…

  • First My Cat Disappeared…

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    First my cat disappeared. Then I started praying. I pray sometimes but only when it’s convenient for me, like when I’m on an airplane and I think I might fall from the sky. I pray for that not to happen. I prayed when my aunt got breast cancer. She’s still with us. I prayed when…

  • Living In The Suburbs Feels Like Waiting.

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    There are days I wake up and I wonder how it is I got here. How do I live in the suburbs? How is it I have three kids? Where has the time gone? I turned forty last year but because I was pregnant and fairly miserable with sickness, I didn’t realize it. I didn’t have…

  • New Year’s Resolutions

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    For the first time in my life I’m making a couple of New Year’s resolutions. I need to make some changes around here for the health of my brain. 1). I will no longer read news stories filled with tragedy and heartache. I’m done. I will not be clicking this type of link from my…

  • 26.2 Miles.

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    Well, I did it. It wasn’t easy. But I did it. And I have a whole, long writeup in the works but I can’t seem to find the time to truly bring it all together, so here I sit letting you know I am alive and well. (Please forgive me for any grammar mistakes and/or…

  • 38-Week Wakeup Call

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    I’m supposed to have a baby in two weeks. And I had forgotten about this up until today. You see, I don’t hold my breath when it comes to these “due dates” everyone talks about when they talk about having babies. Both of my boys had to be evicted. Emory was kicked out 4 days…

  • What Good Can Come From This?

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    When I was 22 I worked at a record store in a small town in Central Pennsylvania. It was mom and pop shop run by a husband-wife team. There were six employees total. I loved that job. My boyfriend at the time was a chef. He worked at the best five-star restaurant in town. This…

  • The Everyday Horrors of Parenting.

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    Elliot started school last week. He’s having a tough time adjusting, so we are taking it slow. The kid has been attached to me since the moment he was born. So I knew it would be a difficult transition for him. But since the new baby will take up a lot of my time come…

  • Digging For Clay

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    The first time I saw him he was being wheeled out on a stretcher and lifted into a van by two medical examiners. Eric was there as well—tall, well-dressed Eric. Eric is my favorite doorman. The sky was a dull gray, absent of any real emotion, leaving that to us. It was raining. But not…

  • Machetes.

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    I’m a worrier by nature. The female members of my family are Olympic gold medalists when it comes to worrying. There has always been a part of my brain hardwired for worry. I have always been a worrier. All my life, a worrier. But during my luteal phase, I hit the rock bottom of worry.…