Other Such Life Lessons

If You’ll Remember to Remind Me About This, You Might Save Me Some Word-Eating in Fifteen Years

September 21st, 2012%

Recently I visited a mall with The MotherSuch and The Four-Why-Oh. One of those super great malls that has a super fantastic kiddie play area right in the middle of it. One of those play areas that you have no choice but to pass when moving from retailers on one wing to retailers . . . → Read More: If You’ll Remember to Remind Me About This, You Might Save Me Some Word-Eating in Fifteen Years

Unpausing

August 13th, 2012%

Either it’s been slowing settling in for me or I’ve just become increasingly ready to admit it:

In an variety of ways, I’ve been on pause since about December 4, 2009.

That day, December 4, 2009, was the day on which the forward progression of my idea of our . . . → Read More: Unpausing

Unfinished

August 3rd, 2012%

In June, I put a photo of some cards from my father up in the header (this one, here). And then I never explained the photo. I had intended to. But it became one of a couple dozen unfinished thoughts of this summer.

* * * * *

Once . . . → Read More: Unfinished

Considering It: Sing About the Wheels

January 13th, 2012%

A few nights ago, The Child and I loaded into our car to head home from church. Before pulling away from the curb, I scrolled through the missed messages and emails that had accumulated on my phone while it had been silenced. Growing impatient and bored with my reading (and being anxious to . . . → Read More: Considering It: Sing About the Wheels

I Shall Soon Forget I Even Told You This (Although You Might Not Be So Lucky)

July 1st, 2011%

Hug, hug, kiss, kiss, I’ve missed you Other Such Sisterhood!

The Husband’s had me working this last week. Like working, working. Like not just turn-his-socks-right-side-out-before-laundering-them working. Although, that too. Except I think I forgot to do that this week. I’ve forgotten a lot of stuff, in fact. I think it’s because . . . → Read More: I Shall Soon Forget I Even Told You This (Although You Might Not Be So Lucky)

Cancer is an Expletive

May 20th, 2011%

I do not know what it is like to be a cancer patient.

I only know how it is to be the granddaughter of one,

the niece of one,

the friend of one,

the daughter of one.

And words a daughter never wants to hear:

“Cancer”

“Stage III B or IV”

“All that can be . . . → Read More: Cancer is an Expletive

Pershoeverance

May 18th, 2011%

If 2011 has a theme, and, to be clear, IT SOOOO DOES, it is The Year of Perseverance.

If I were to write out a list (meaning “here comes that list”) of themes for every year of my life (they all have one), a sampling might go something like:

1977 – . . . → Read More: Pershoeverance

Celebrating Thirty-Four, Ironically, Back Where We First Met

May 3rd, 2011%

Exactly thirty-four years ago today, my parents and I were hanging out together in a hospital room at the downtown branch of one of the hospitals in The Big City, getting to know one another. I was the baldish newborn over which they fussed and pretty much The Coolest Kid They’d Ever Known. . . . → Read More: Celebrating Thirty-Four, Ironically, Back Where We First Met

A Momentary Pause from My Falling off the Face

April 25th, 2011%

I’m about to ramble. I feel it coming on and am powerless to stop it.

You’ve been warned.

I sort of fell off the face recently. I know from calls and e-mails and texts that some of you have noticed. Which in its own way rocks. Not the falling . . . → Read More: A Momentary Pause from My Falling off the Face

Carmen del Playa and Pepe

September 3rd, 2010%

Alright so (jumping right back in where Other Such Cinderella left off), as I sashayed luggage-free behind the baggage handlers, they pulling a multitude of suitcases toward what we hoped was the airport exit, we notice a smattering of representatives from various tour agencies giving directions and printed information to many of our . . . → Read More: Carmen del Playa and Pepe

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