Inside & Out

Mommy Takes a Sick Day

Haha. Gotcha! Mommies don’t get sick days. I could projectile vomit all over my children and once they’d wiped the phlegm out of their eyes, they’d ask me to get them food, drink, and the remote control so they could watch Paw Patrol.

C’est la vie.

Anyway, I feel like this:

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So if things take a turn for the worse and I’m not up to blogging, you can:

Revisit these writing exercises.

Read my musings on fall.

Look at some pretty pictures.

Figure out which book to read next.

Cook something yummy.

Have a laugh on me.

Work out.

Et cetera.

 

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Reading & Writing

My Favorite Poem

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I have one tattoo, which I got when I was nineteen years old. It’s on my hip, it’s hidden, and to be quite honest has been ripped apart by my two pregnancies. It took me a long time to decide what to imprint on myself and where. We don’t need to get into my tattoo or what it means or whatever, but I will tell you that the runner up was a poem by Emily Dickinson, which I wanted tattooed on my shoulder blade. Continue reading “My Favorite Poem”

Cooking & Eating

The Best Meal for That First Chilly Day

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This stuff even makes the pot happy.

I am an unashamed fan of pumpkin. When pumpkin spice mania begins, I’m right there baking pumpkin bread and ordering my pumpkin spice lattes. But that’s not the only way to use pumpkin–I mean, “pumpkin spice” doesn’t really mean it tastes like pumpkin, but some combination of cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, ginger, and/or cloves. I like my pumpkin savory. Which is why when the weather gets colder, I make a big pot of pumpkin & chipotle chili. Continue reading “The Best Meal for That First Chilly Day”

Fun & Games

Eleven Cheesy Things

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Man, do I love cheese. From a stinky blue to a smooth mozzarella. They say there’s something in cheese that makes it affect the brain like cocaine, and I believe it. Not that I’ve ever had cocaine. It’s just I’m addicted to cheese.

I like it in the day. I like it at night. I like it on a fancy cheese board or out of a plastic wrapper. I’ll buy it or I’ll make my own. Fondue, cheesecake, pimento cheese–I could go on.

Cheese is beautiful. Cheese is fun. Cheese makes us smile: say cheese!

Reading & Writing

I’m Fine But You Appear to Be Sinking

30316233My first thought upon seeing Leyna is that she’s taller. Not that it’s physically possible–when I knew her in grad school we were both in our mid twenties and we’re in our early thirties now, and people don’t tend to grow at our age–but perhaps she stands straighter than the girl I knew: this woman in a soft black blouse instead of a Ramones t-shirt (though I’m sure that shirt is at home). This woman who has penned some of the best short stories I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading, and who is on the last stop of her first book tour. Her first of many, I hope.

The stories in I’m Fine, But You Appear to Be Sinking deal with a world not quite level with our own, but not so magical that any plot point seems impossible. Strange happenings abound. A tiger is being kept in a suburban neighborhood; a giant squid haunts a wayward trimaran; sea life does its best to escape the sea. The end of the world, we are told, will begin with a series of beeps. Continue reading “I’m Fine But You Appear to Be Sinking”

Cooking & Eating

Mommy’s Magic Mix

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I get so tired of packing snacks. Everywhere we go, it seems we need to bring a nibble. You never know when the kids will be suddenly starving, and it’s no good buying them something every time they whine that they’re hungry. Do you know how much an applesauce pouch costs at Starbucks? And after you’ve shelled out four bucks for it, your kid will inevitably swallow one mouthful and declare herself full. At least, that’s how my kids work.

And I’m always the mom who didn’t bring enough. Whether it’s because I’m trying to limit their intake (the boy always has an appetite and it can become excessive) or because I just forgot to pack something, or the fruit I brought is unappetizingly bruised, or they just decided they no longer like their favorite pouches of applesauce (to which I reply, if you’re not hungry enough for applesauce, you must not be very hungry) my snack supply always seems to run out too soon. Continue reading “Mommy’s Magic Mix”