Category Archives: Fresco

You Know It’s The Wrong Time of Your Life to Write A Novel When

1:15 pm: Read stories to Trombone. Hug him. Kiss him. Cover him with a quilt. Take Fresco to other room. 1:30 pm: Fresco asleep. Come downstairs. 1:33 pm: Drink glass of water. Open novel document. 1:35 pm: Type seven words. … Continue reading

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This is Why No One But Me Needed Candy

(It has been brought to my attention that sometimes the photos display wonkily on this blog. If that is the case, I apologize for this photo-heavy “post”.)

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What Up?

Events since my last post, in approximate chronological order: – I was all achy and fluey and capped off Wednesday night by having to go to bed at 8:30 A MERE HALF AN HOUR into America’s Next Top Circus Sideshow … Continue reading

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Hurry Up Or You’ll Miss It: 6 Months Old

I have to hurry. Naptime is by no means a guarantee of peace and quiet. Today is Fresco’s six monurthday. He still has no teeth – no one is surprised – but he can sit up and almost crawl. He … Continue reading

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I Met Those Old Ladies Today

A black one and a white one. Drinking hot beverages at a table at the New Westminster Farmer’s Market; last one of the season. I had walked to the end of the market, which was set up in a parking … Continue reading

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