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  • This Is 55

    After My First Mountain  There is nothing to do except brace myself.  It’s so cold.  I’m so sick of this wind.  It isn’t just blowing—it howls, whistles, whooshes, then slaps the side of the… Read more

  • Mommyville

    (Fionas’ IEP. Having no childcare with twins.) It’s 2:25 Friday afternoon. I just heard Jack say “mama” shit! I just put them down for their nap, sat down to write… Read more

  • The Ultimate Housewife

    Just a housewife. Pickin’ up; the floor littered with Legos, Blocks, dirty clothes, every time I think I have it all picked up I walk by another dirty dish to… Read more

  • Spooky Afternoon

     I think I heard them and I think I need to go get them soon. I had a short break, I got them down by 2:00pm, we went to a… Read more

  • My Name is Jenny

    I hate weed blowers. It’s 2:00PM Friday afternoon. The house is so quiet and peaceful; I keep saying to myself “PLEASE WEEDBLOWER GUY FINISH FAST!” The babies are down for… Read more

  • Nap Time Part Two: Stream of Consciousness

    It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve written. With an erratic nap schedule, erratic moods, erratic everything, erratic everything, I’ve given myself permission to lay off the S.O.P.… Read more

  • Language, politics, motherhood

    Fiona is learning three languages at once, “see sign”, ASL, and English,  so is Jack but “spoken English” comes naturally to Jack because he can hear. Fiona on the other… Read more

  • What’s an Atheist to do?

    I grab the two zip lock baggies out of the fridge, one marked “Fiona” one marked “Jack”, walk over to the trash can cringing, “I’m sorry, I feel bad” I… Read more

  • FLIES in the Kitchen

    FLIES in the Kitchen, sweet, sticky, squares of waffle on the floor. Smeared yogurt, cheerios, some hard and shrunken from being soaked with milk, some bright and crispy just like… Read more

  • Free Roaming Toddlers

                 Hi, it’s me again. 7:30 AM Friday morning. Jack and Fiona will be up any minute, but right now I am enjoying quietness, hot coffee, and sunflower butter on… Read more

  • NEVER GIVE UP HOPE!

                   6:40 AM Thursday morning. Still dark outside, house still quiet. Drinking my hot coffee, eating toast. I’ve been on pins and needles this week. Jack and Fiona are going… Read more

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