Category: it’s all relative
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This is Nibbles. He was lost yesterday, sometime between daycare and Nonna’s house, somewhere between backpacks and car seats and playrooms. I found him late at night, just in time to take bedtime from tears to tucks. And that’s about the only thing I managed to feel good about this week. I’m feeling defeated. I’m…
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Now that we can be social again, I get a lot of questions about my cancer. Some are kind, some are strange, most are simple enough—the basic how are you doing/feeling/coping. Once in awhile a query is profound. A very dear friend, with a talent for getting to the heart of the matter, especially when…
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Our bubble includes more vaccinated loved ones every week. The stress of waiting to qualify is gone as the age restrictions have been lifted, everyone age 16 and up in Wisconsin now qualifies. I hear fewer anecdotes about not being able to get an appointment and see more postings about “no waiting” opportunities, so…
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This is the time of year we usually plan our spring break road trip. Me, Mom, Viv and my copy of Historic Hotels of American hitting the road. Last year, we canceled at the last minute as COVID was closing in and states were closing down. This year I hoped to do a localized…
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Thank you Internet, today was a good day. We managed three big wins you and me together: I successfully won a medical billing dispute. We completed the registry for Viv’s two week summer camp. And best of all, Mom got her vaccine! It’s been a very good day. I’m going to bed now to savor…
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The monochromatic outfits we all loved have to be inspired by The Crown, don’t make fun of the Queen ever again. Men need better dress up clothes. Get some interesting coats dudes. Bernie is in front of me at the post office every time. Every event needs a mascot. I didn’t know it was Gaga because…
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We helped Mom move into a new apartment in her building the first week of July; one that is just a bit roomier so she can have more studio space, and it has an updated kitchen. She had quite literally worn out the previous unit’s 1970’s era kitchen. I’m still haunted by how close…
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Easter is a bit different this year. No big beautiful family meal at Aunt Lisa’s, no dressing up fancy and no Easter egg hunt at the park. Instead only six eggs to color, scrounging up strange kitchen drawer candy, raiding the present closet for a basket filler. This is week four of the quarantine, week…
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I’ll always question why I asssumed it was safe to have the kids at Grandmas house the first week and half. Once I developed a cold (only one day of low fever, no other covid symptoms), it came crashing down on me just how selfish and risky that was. I hope that lesson wasn’t learned…
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Today three-year-old Charlie grasped me from behind with both of his little stick arms, buried his face in my ass crack and said “Your butt is amaaaaaazing!” Happy Birthday me.
girl at large 