Monthly Archives: July 2009

This is the first road trip with just Gavin and me.  We’re in Bend, visiting my little brother, and today I’ve had a genuine four-year-old companion. Too loud at breakfast, too urgent with the jokes, too much look at me. So, for three hours after breakfast,… Read more

Monday evening, after my second remarkably stiff gin and tonic, I realized that I hadn’t lost the story after all, I’d simply reached the end of part two.  Two months ago, I had the same wondering alarm before I reached a similar conclusion about part… Read more

We all expect pregnant women to be manic.  To have the joyful glow, and the crushing hormonal breakdown.  To love the alien inside, and curse it as well. Curse it for the weight gain, the nausea, the muscle spasms and reflux, the anemia and sexual… Read more

Do you know those times when you’re having the same conversation with multiple people?  Yesterday, my friend told me she’s in a relationship with the nicest guy she has ever dated, and she doesn’t trust anything about it.

And then, barely an hour later, the… Read more

On Wednesday, Gavin and I watched The Nightmare Before Christmas.  He’d never seen it before, and he loved it—especially the tall singing skeleton.  All week, he ran around the house singing, “What’s This” — what’s this what’s this, Thomas and his friends.  What’s this what’s… Read more