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“There’s no water in it!” Axel said as we approached the park, having dropped off our knives to be sharpened at the Farmer’s Market, much too his excitement. Our knives and my tweezers, which to Axel’s surprise, the knife guy had been more than willing to sharpen. “What? No water? Yeah, right,” I said. I … Read More »
On Christmas Eve, my brother presented Little L a homemade holiday card in lieu of a gift. Scrawled in black sharpie, it said, “I know one day when you’re older and able to read, you won’t have this card because Carissa will recycle it tonight.” That wasn’t exactly true – it took me a few weeks … Read More »
“You’ll probably actually have to work most of this week,” Thom texted me on Tuesday. “Most?” I responded. “Do you mean most, like my four normal days? Or do you mean most of my four days?” I didn’t try to hide the excitement in my words. Since my last post, I had been alerted to … Read More »
“Are you going to write about this?” Axel asked me as I sat on the floor as Little L played with her “zoom-zooms” and the microwave clock counted down the minutes until nap time. “I wasn’t planning on it.” “You should,” Axel insisted. “Your readers will want to know.” Monday morning: While working out in … Read More »
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Little L received her first parking ticket last Friday. After a tiring week, finding the parking violation made my evening. Right away I texted Dana and Jon to see if they were the traffic enforcers. They don’t live on our floor of the building, but perhaps they had been up here for humor’s sake? “I … Read More »