Category Archives: The Lot of It Scents and music have a way of taking us back like nothing else. Passing a stranger who leaves behind a trail of RL Polo takes me back to the 80’s and the boy I thought I could love. The one I thought I did love who never even saw me. Phil Collin’s In the Air […]  As you may know, tomorrow is Mother’s Day here in the US. A day to celebrate mom. Which means in our house, a day to celebrate ME. While I would not dare speak for all mothers out there, I will say to my dear husband: Forget the flowers. I just want some time alone. Of […]  While nothing is written on the calendar, I have some plans for this summer. Here they are, in no particular order. Survive the cicada apocalypse. For a girl who is irrationally terrified of all bugs, including the harmless ones that don’t want to eat me, the fact that any day now we’ll be overrun by gigantic, loud, noisy, […]  Friends, Today, I’m doing a happy dance. A happy happy WHEE! I think I’m really cool and awesome “let’s get jiggy” shake your booty happy dance. Yeah, I know. I’m not much of a dancer. I look really stupid unless you’ve had more alcohol than is recommended, in which case I look pretty hot. And […]  Today’s Our Land Series piece was written by a dear blog friend who probably “gets” much of what I feel when it comes to searching for a diagnosis than some of my other blog friends do (not all because there are actually quite a few of us, Joy, being one). I think Kerri and I […]  For whatever (sensory?) reason, each time that Tucker gets his haircut, he hates it even more than the last time. A friend suggested I cut his hair in the tub like she does but let’s face it. Nobody, including my son, wants me hovering near his ears with scissors. Anyway. He was overdue for a […] |
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