My daughter, Cinderella

We went out for Mother’s Day on Saturday, with Kiddo3 and Kiddo4 grumbling because they hate the desserts at the restaurant I picked. Not a problem. This is the kind of restaurant where they load your plate with a shovel, so…
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Bright with rainbows

My fish are still alive despite who owns them, so naturally I’ve begun thinking about my own funeral. We wouldn’t want things to get too cheerful. My Patient Husband and I sometimes talk about what we’d want for final services,…
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Tiny Cold Feet

Winter is making me crazy. (How crazy, Jane?) This crazy. A couple of weeks ago, as I put up the garage door to bring the boys to an appointment, a weird thumping sounded from outside. Given the 56 inches of…
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