Life, motherhood, existential crisis. Oh, and moving from Hollywood to the farm. That too.
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Is it just adulthood that makes you feel that something wonderful always has something not so joyous tagging along? Is that just the way the universe balances, or is it middle aged pessimism? I just don’t know. A glorious walk down to the barn tonight to check on the horses, give them a bit of [...]
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WELL, IT’S TAKEN a toll on my so-called free time, and my frequency of blogging (not that that was so great to begin with.)
But in every other way, the last 29 days of writing the first more or less complete piece fiction I’ve managed in, oh, more than 30 years, has been a great [...]
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Sundays always feel strangely hard. Too many choices, too much time stretching out in front of four people with competing goals. And the last Sunday of Christmas vacation? Egads, the pressure. But despite best efforts by the Babe and I to be at each other’s throats all day, we managed to contain our conflict (chiefly [...]
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