Monthly Archives: January 2011

Bounce

“I remember you as a kid,” Gavin tells me. His feet press into the back of the driver’s seat.
“I remember when you were a kid,” I tell him. “But you can’t remember when I was a kid. You weren’t born yet.”
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Hodge with a little podge

I have a memory of an L-shaped living room, and a kitchen with a pillar by the entryway. I remember a man on the floor with me, someone in the kitchen, and someone on the couch. They are talking, the adults, but nothing they say … Read more

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Crocodile Hunter

They don’t know about Komodo Dragons, and so I google Steve Irwin and they watch, and can’t believe the daring stupidity. And we end up watching many of my favorite Irwin moments and I love this man. The thrilling delight of him. The way he … Read more

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Share

Gavin and Mary stayed home Tuesday, and Logan had slept over in order to chop wood and be mothered, and the boys ended up having stories read to them, watching Coraline, and playing Mario Kart. By the time I got home, they were both shouting … Read more

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What you need

You get something you need from your relationships. (Sometimes that’s a seriously troubling thought.) When I started at Auntie’s Bookstore, my marriage was in shambles, my ex was soon to out me to everyone I knew, and postpartum was kicking my ass. I had never … Read more

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Habits

I tried to keep a journal as a kid. A diary. I’d write about my turtle and my parents and my worries. But what if someone read it? What if my parents found it? My dad discovered a string of curse words I’d written in … Read more

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Field

It’s after seven when we leave the four-year-old’s party. The rest of the revelers behind us, we step onto the porch of a house we don’t know, in a suburb we’ve never visited, and I call for Gavin. But even as I call we’ve turned … Read more

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Dirty

While we were going over the first draft of Red Audrey, my friend said, “I don’t think the character of Nick should have Nazi memorabilia. It’s so creepy that it makes it harder to sympathize with Jane.” Though we were no longer dating, everything she … Read more

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Caverns

In many ways, Germany is a muddle. I can’t tell you how old I was when I fell into a pond in France, and had to wear wet clothes all day in Paris. Or what year I got the bean-bag dog in London, and rode … Read more

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Failure to protect

Police dogs are overwhelmingly male. Researchers discovered that female dogs tend to protect their handlers rather than attack suspects. It’s useful to remember that these instincts were meant to work in tandem — a unit of defense combined with a unit of attack. The way … Read more

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