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One evening this week, following her bath, the conversation as she cuddled up next to me in all her freshly-shampooed-hair-smelling sweetness: She: “Mama, before I was born you were a lawyer?” Me: “Yes.” She: “And you worked in the lawyer office with Emmy’s daddy?” Me: “Yes.” Pause. She, voice rising to giggles on . . . → Read More: My Shingle: “Goofball Consultant – Est. 2003, Reest. 2008″ This is a mole.
This is also a mole.
I am sorry to have had to launch the above horrors on you, but those are things you need to be familiar with before reading this next thing. (Yeah, and about the redline . . . → Read More: Let’s Call It a Freckle (OS:S in the E-T on the 1/1)  One comment - (Comments are closed)  Other Such Dictionishary, Other Such: Shelbyville - Columnization Sometimes I feel like I owe you a couple days of processing before I resume telling a story. So that I tell it in the right way, whatever way that is. Sometimes I feel like I owe me a couple days of processing before I resume telling a story. For . . . → Read More: Considering It: The Part Where We Begin Walking A few nights ago, The Child and I loaded into our car to head home from church. Before pulling away from the curb, I scrolled through the missed messages and emails that had accumulated on my phone while it had been silenced. Growing impatient and bored with my reading (and being anxious . . . → Read More: Considering It: Sing About the Wheels 6 comments - (Comments are closed) Considering It Joy, In/Fertility, IVF, Lung Cancer, MotherSuch, Mr. Other Such, Other Such Life Lessons, Pregnancy, The Child, The Other Such Sisterhood My paraphrased retelling of a retold-to-me conversation between The MotherSuch and her mother, The GrandMotherSuch, following our ultrasound last Thursday: The GrandMotherSuch: How did their appointment go? The MotherSuch: Good. They saw a gestational sac and a yolk sac. The GrandMotherSuch (who had four children . . . → Read More: The MotherSuch, The GrandMotherSuch, and The Sacs Oh, Google. That’s all I’ve got: oh, Google. tweetmeme_style = ‘compact’;tweetmeme_url=’http://othersuch.net/2012/01/06/guessing-its-not-all-happily-ever-after-for-mr-and-mrs-google/’; Took The Child to dinner last night, just the two of us. She squealed in delight at the “just girls” occasion, as though we hadn’t already spent all day together. She chirped and chattered the whole way there about the taco she wanted and how she would order it. As soon as we . . . → Read More: If She Demands You Not Look at Her Ankles, The Why The Husband and I, we’re not big into the exchange of gifts with one another at Christmas. Just not our thing. Back before The Child was born we made a bigger fuss about it, but since then have had more fun focusing on her. Works well for us. This last . . . → Read More: A Schweddily Blue Christmas Some days, like today, I sit down to write and don’t know where to start. That always works out really well for us both, you realize that don’t you? It’s just that this is the last (planned) post for 2011 and so while I don’t want to get ahead of myself, . . . → Read More: Considering It: All on the Altar As November neared its close, a period showed up. A period, Sisterhood! A real one! Aren’t you just beside yourself with happiness at that news? I know you are. You’re so sweet-bordering-on-strange with your devotion to following my lady cycling. By month’s end, I was reunited with the needles. Which was a . . . → Read More: Unable To See Past The Overwhelming |
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