Tag Archives: four kids

43 Forever

Note to self: Remember that when buying underwear, Victoria’s Secret runs large and Gap Body runs small. Mixed those up this week and when I gambled at Potowatomi, my underwear fell to my knees. I won $400 and now those … Continue reading

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Whatever, 3 x 3

So it has been five hours since my last post. My life since then: Met friend, drank iced coffee in the blazing heat, while she let me brainstorm lofty ideas while I got a sunburn. Ran into former colleague and … Continue reading

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Erring on the Side of Hope

I am trying to remind myself that back in the day, when I was a kid, going on a road trip, my parents were forced to search for hotels in a flimsy AAA travel magazine. I recall scrolling for at … Continue reading

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Circle Games, Cupcakes, Earthquakes and Other Reminders

So much for writing everyday. Luke was twelve when I wrote Summer of the Pigeon. That summer, I did write each and every evening. In retrospect, I probably should have been blogging and not trying to make a book. Maybe … Continue reading

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