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Monthly Archives: April 2009
A Deep Breath
Fresco shows the same determination towards Not Sleeping that he shows towards everything else in life. He applies himself full-on, hard-headedly, steel-jaw’dly into it. After he spent three hours up this morning (after getting up at 5:30 am) he was … Continue reading
At the Root
My short-hair fears started when I was a small child. For some reason, even though I was adorable with long hair, I was, one day, taken to my mother’s hairdresser and my hair was cut short. Maybe I had headlice? … Continue reading
Notes from Mother’s Journal, II
It was close today, you guys. We almost didn’t make it out of the house. I was thisclose to just saying, you know what? I know it’s sunny and spring and shit? But we are going to play inside. Scratch … Continue reading
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Tagged day-by-day, drink, food, Fresco, get outta here!, new westminster, notes from mother's journal, the parenthood, trombone
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One Year
Sarah’s second-born, Lilah, didn’t sleep at night for over a year. Was it 18 months? It was a long time. And Sarah and I don’t talk very often on the phone because we are poorly coordinated but I remember this … Continue reading
Conversations
Me: I haven’t posted to my blog in a long fucking time! Complacent Me: Yeah? And? Me: Like, a WEEK! CM: So you gonna go in there and be all, oh, hey everybody, here’s why I haven’t posted in a … Continue reading
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Tagged before I had children I had sleep, Fresco, more about me!, two! children!
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