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On Conjuring Energy From Nothing…Because Of Course. And Always.
Last night at 8:17pm, my son hollared “DAMN IT” and slammed his door. Right before that we replied, “Oh, no! So sorry! No. We forgot.” And right before that he asked if we remembered the Thing He Wanted to Do which was at 7:30pm. And right before that he said, “SHIT. I forgot the Thing I…
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There’s a Dead Bird in My Bed: The COVID Diaries
Dear Diary, Does it mean something nefarious if you end 2020 by waking up to a dead bird in your bed? Like, if the morning gifts you a deceased flying creature, is that a portent of things to come? Is it a severed horse head, a la The Godfather? A harbinger of dread? Or is…
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Sorry Our Kids Left Their Beer Bong on the Porch
Last night was Halloween, and it was weird for us. For the first time in 22 years, we took no children trick-or-treating. The combination of COVID days and mental health and older kids who don’t feel the need to trick-or-treat made it an easy decision. A non-decision, really. We discussed it for less than a…
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All of 2020: A Story about Dog Poo
This is Abby (the human) and Lulu (the dog). That pic is from 3 months ago, which means Lulu is now 45x bigger. He is not a labradoodle, after all. He is either a small, black bear, or a moose, or a husky, feral, adorable kindergarten boy named something that ends with -y. Like Kenny.…