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When I was a child my father worked for one of those rare companies that treated its’ employees like family. The company owned several vacation properties that employees took turns using. Several times a year we would spend a weekend at the company cabin on Pickwick Lake. The cabin had a nickel slot machine and […]

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I neglected my story-telling duties last weekend but I’ll try to get back on track tonight. Friday night until Sunday morning are my time to tell old and not-so-old stories before parenthood melts them from my brain. My youngest brother likes to tell stories about how horribly I abused him. If I wanted to abuse […]

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Doug doesn’t stay awake to watch Adult Swim with me lately. Last night I didn’t have anyone to chat with so I painted Doug’s thumbnail bright pink. A whole hand would have been too much, but just the thumb was the perfect amount of silly. I don’t know why he didn’t wake up while I […]

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It started raining last night. A rhythmic, calm rain that is perfect as long as I don’t think about the fact that the creek is going to overflow and the erosion is going to create a small pond in our backyard (mom paranoia alarms are on alert). This kind of rain is relaxing and soothing. […]

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The Tommy plan is for him to drive back from Knoxville to Boston with his father on Sunday. He’ll stay there until the 21st (that’s the last day for cheap flights and I insisted Tommy be home for Christmas) when his father is in charge of making sure he gets to his flight safely and […]