His once rounded shoulders are skinnier and he’s almost as tall as me. An avid gamer, he knows more about cars, airplanes and trains than I ever will. He’s smart, goofy, sensitive and absolutely ruthless at negotiations for extra game time. And when his face breaks out into the purest, most beautiful smile — aah! I live for that perfect moment.Continue reading“12!”
I was having a fantastic week. Work was rewarding, my hair bounced and shone, I’d added some distance to my daily run, and my coffee game was ON POINT!
Such a fantastic week.Continue reading“Mamma Mia!”
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I must have been 9 or 10. My baby sister was at daycare — “creche,” as the snooty owner-manager called them. The air was humid, grandma was snoring softly from her daybed, and I’d just discovered a jar of Nutella hidden behind some wheat crackers. The afternoon suddenly looked brighter.Continue reading“My first sugar coma.”
Lately I’ve noticed that I’ve been walking around in a constant state of fuzzblarghzz ( actual medical term!) You guys know what I mean. That dreamlike state that accompanies what-feels-like-centuries -of sleep deprivation. I’m awake and registering everything through foggy glasses and wondering what the legal limit is on coffee.See …
