Monthly Archives: November 2003

I think I’m afraid of my next-door neighbor. I’m not sure I’m afraid of her, because when she’s in hairdresser mode she’s been very accommodating about cutting Jackson’s hair without putting him in full-body restraint. But she also sits on … Continue reading →

Yeah, just because I was a philosophy major doesn’t mean I know a gott-damned thing about what you’re doing here. I was the girl who knitted an entire cabled sweater during lectures one semester. Not this guy, though. He sat … Continue reading →

Things have been pretty quiet lately, unless you count Jackson’s new affection for yelling “COME GET ME!” at two in the morning, or having a coughing fit and then refusing all attempts to administer Robitussin until I hide a shot … Continue reading →

A Short Story Made Long, or, you may need some sorbet to wash the taste of this one out of your mouth. A few weeks ago we moved all our files and blueprints and tasteful desk accessories to a new … Continue reading →

“Christmas is coming.” It’s just something you say when your husband expresses interest in a bulletproof Aston Martin or a three-way with Jenna Fine. Unthinkingly, the other night when Jackson was idly demanding a few new Marvel villains and some … Continue reading →

Great God of Meddling Mothers forgive me, but when I dropped Jackson off at school one day last week expecting him to run up to his best pal, Caitlin, and get his morning hug, but instead he hid behind my … Continue reading →

Well, the potty training’s going great as long as we don’t leave the house. If we do, you’ll see me hauling a twenty pound bag of extra pants and underwear. It’s the sort of thing that gets you wondering what … Continue reading →