Author Archives: Kristi Campbell Each and every August, I turn a year older. While my approaching birthday is not considered to be a Big Birthday, aren’t they all Big Birthdays? After all, why should a milestone that ends in a five or a zero be any more complex and important than one ending in a three, or a seven, […]  “It’s quiet,” I thought, lying in my son’s bed at a much too late hour but also the right one, after my re-entry to our home after a weekend away. “Tickle left underarm,” he requested, shifting and raising it up. “Feels good,” he confided, forehead to forehead. He twisted and directed my fingers to […]  A while back, I decided that although my past contains moments that I’d like to change, or do over, I worry about altering my now by altering anything that happened then. Which basically means that I wouldn’t change even the crappiest of the crappy moments or past decisions because somehow, each of them mattered in […]  In 1976, I remember watching Nadia Comaneci’s floor routine in the Olympic games. I was transfixed and wanted to be a gymnast. My dad, a huge fan of hers, had called us into the family room to watch. “But watching sports on T.V. is boring,” I whined. Her strength, grace, and beauty changed my mind […]  Three years and four months ago, I didn’t want to take Mrs. M’s advice. I’d spent days cleaning and moving my son’s crappy plastic brainless toys into the background, so that his appropriate educational ones were more visible than usual. I needed my house to reflect what an engaged parent I was. I wanted it […]  T’was the night before BlogHer, 11:08 pm; while trying to pack, I wipe my son’s ass from a late-night BM. Wondering what to wear has become a bit of a chore, ’cause I realize my pants were each designed for a bore. A bore I am not and the last minute shitshow I know, so I write a […] |
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