Life, motherhood, existential crisis. Oh, and moving from Hollywood to the farm. That too.
From the category archives:
Today was day 6 of the Year of Me Driving. (To catch everyone up: the H, because he had a seizure, may not be able to drive for a year. Deep breath in. Exhale.) All the moms who have kids in school instantly understand the horror of this, if they live outside of Manhattan, or [...]
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Dacos, I am pleased to report, is healing. The rest of us, not so much; we’re moving through doors we hadn’t expected to encounter. The H was in L.A. for work last week, and without getting into too much gorey detail, had a seizure, something that has never happened before. He was driving at the [...]
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No, that’s not a typo. A la Groundhog Day, it’s Day 8, again. Of course–Day 8, a month later. I could make all kinds of excuses about how I muck stalls and exercise horses nearly every day (true); or about how my mother moved in with me three weeks ago (also true); or about how [...]
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Fast Tube by Casper An astute reader may have noticed that posting has shuddered to an abrupt halt since the arrival of the equines. An hour+ per day of manual labor seems to have sucked up my blogging time, and I fall into bed completely exhausted every night at 9:30–a change for a night owl/insomniac [...]
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