May
11
I have time to listen
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Do you ever read something in a book that makes you pause, back up, read it again, and eventually fold the edge of the paper down so you can revisit it over and over? I can’t count how many times I’ve done that while reading Elizabeth Berg.
I thought, how can it be that two strangers are exchanging such intimate things? Well, most women are full to the brim, that’s all. That’s what I think. I think we are most of us ready to explode, especially when our children are small and we are so weary with the demands for love and attention and the kind of service that makes you feel you should be wearing a uniform with “Mommy” embroidered over the left breast, over the heart. I (used to sit) half watching Ruthie and half dreaming—trying, I think, to recall my former self. If a stranger had come up to me and said, “Do you want to talk about it? I have time to listen,” I think I might have burst into tears at the relief of it. It wasn’t that I was really unhappy. It was the constancy of my load and the awesome importance of it; and it was my isolation.
—Elizabeth Berg, The Pull of the Moon
May
8
Hallmark moments, Mother’s Day edition
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It wouldn’t be Mother’s Day without my annual attempt at a keepsake photo, and I’m pleased to announce that this year’s results were as stunning as ever. So many treasured images to choose from, it’s nearly impossible to know which one I should have framed. Please, enjoy just a few of the 227 images we captured today, each and every one an invaluable memento of motherhood.
Riley: Uggh I just woke up someone give me a fucking cigarette oh god what happened last night
Dylan: IF I LOOK AT THE CAMERA IT WILL STEAL MY SOUL
Dylan: …
Riley: WASSUP LADDIEES
Dylan: ….
Riley: HOW YOU DOIN?
Dylan: …
Riley: AYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Dylan: I had a kitty once.
Dylan: …
Dylan: She’s dead now.
Riley: Ohmagah this is like sooooo lame.
Dylan: I … I can see air molecules.
Me: *Blink*
Riley: *Blink*
Dylan: Now. Now I strike.
Me: Nice.
Riley: What? I had beans earlier.
Dylan: Okay, so, that’s fucked up. The longer you look at Riley the more it looks like someone Photoshopped his head onto his body. Does anyone else see this? Hello?
Riley: Hey, no way, I actually look pretty good here.
Me: Yeah, I’m not that bad eith—
Dylan: HEE HAW! HEE HAW! HEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWW!
I hope you and yours had an wonderful Mother’s Day. Despite—or maybe thanks in part to—the photographic evidence, mine was an absolute joy.
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