Savagemama's distant idea of leaving the kids with the grandparents for a week becomes a reality.
An aging grandfather sheds light on character of husband and the long span of marriage.
Savagemama struggles with professional ambition.
Mom found lice infested in her daughters hair. The sight of the bugs will haunt her for the rest of her life.
They have discovered something that is relegated to the grown up world or, even better, the teenage one.
I started a mini campaign: We are so lucky, we got you.
I’ve spent all six of her years dealing with the fact that she doesn’t sleep in one form or another.
Trust me, there is a part of me (a big part) that loves seeing and being seen but after a few too many over committed weekends there is also a part of me that wants to hunker down on the farm, stay in my giving-up-on-life pants until 2 p.m. and make entire cities out of cardboard boxes with Lucille.
I had a long list of places I wanted to see. I wanted my passport filled with stamps, my bones tired from bumpy bus rides on backwood roads in some distant place. But it didn’t turn out that way. The pull to stay with my family, and in my place, was so great that the best I could do was go to graduate school across the country in Oregon.
He’s my office mate and I’m sure he had no idea what was about to befall him when my boss walked me into our shared office last June. And share I have. Over shared, in fact, most days. Everything that goes through my head comes out of my mouth and there is only one thin cubicle wall between me and him. He hears it all.