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Apr.06.2011
I’m just going to say it, if I get sh*t on one more day, I’m going to lose it. No, I’m not speaking metaphorically. Not today anyway. In this instance, I am talking about the King’s backside literally exploding four times a day and of course it’s usually all over me. At the moment I’m hoping it’s...
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Apr.06.2011
The King does not like to be alone anymore. Not that he was ever trolling bars solo or out driving the open road searching for meaning – he can plan that excursion for his gap year. For months, as most babies are, he pretty much has not left my side barring the night or hour here or there I give...
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Apr.06.2011
I am now at the point of my pregnancy where there is just no getting around the fact that I have swallowed a twenty-pound basketball. And with this of course, I have adopted the gait of a bulbous geriatric duck – i.e. a very slow waddle. My partner can’t help but laugh under his breath when he sees...
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Mar.14.2011
Authoring a novel is somewhat like having a baby: there is a lot of precolating until it is born.
When, finally, you shove it out into the world, all you can do is pray for the best that others love and care for it as much as you do.
My latest novel, called THE BABY PLANNER, has just gotten a big...
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Mar.13.2011
This week the juggling did not work out so well and I found my plates slipping and shattering around me. I struggle with a horrific perfectionist streak, which both helps and hinders me. If I can’t do it all in one week, I find myself wondering-why not? Just what is your problem? This was a...
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Feb.28.2011
At a time when I knew a lot about breasts and little about breast milk, I was initiated into the world of the new mother and how precious the nursing ritual is. Not in romantic terms, but for the infant’s health and emotional bonding. It was difficult to identify with it at first. We were just...
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Jan.28.2011
I was lucky enough to score an early copy of Deep Down True at the bookstore in the Providence airport last Friday, and I devoured the book over the course of a long weekend. Good news: I loved it. Bad news: “just one more chapter” took a large chunk out of my beauty sleep. Thanks for the eye...
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Jan.26.2011
I chat with my daughter for as long as our time allows. She putters around, I putter around and then we go back to the screen and carry on another topic of conversation. No need to hang up, it’s FREE! The airwaves are ticking, sometimes the connection is lost but re-dialing is so easy, one click...
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Jan.26.2011
Without pretense or masks, my two boys seemed to stand so firmly in their truth. So how did I manage to frequently sidestep their system of joy? They need too many band aids, they call my name ten times in sixty seconds, they race past, knocking each other to the floor, bonking heads and crying...
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Jan.22.2011
Eyes closed with pillow embraced in a tight hug my dream emerges.
I flip the other way slightly awakened from the bathroom door being shut.
My dream is interrupted. With eyes closed, I hold on to the last visual.
Window open, I hear a car driving into the cul de sac. I return to my dream hungry...
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