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Archive for March, 2011

The psychic boy and the toy horses

31 Mar 2011

I swung by Dollar General yesterday afternoon to pick up some odds and ends. While I was standing in the discount DVD aisle, a little boy about five years old ran up to me clutching two stuffed horses. He was galloping. The horses were pretend galloping and pretend neighing. I was considering purchasing a $4 [...]

N.e.s.t.i.n.g.

24 Mar 2011

Too distracted with The Baby Cave to write. Sorry. …… PS. Photo by Wendy Mitchell, our wedding photographer.

Pregnancy Confession No. 5

17 Mar 2011

[I want beer.] This does not mean I’ve had a beer. It just means I want one. Or two. I want the bubbles. The foamy head. The cool carbonation sliding down my throat. The bottle sweating in my hand. The buzz. The subtle clinkety clink of the bottle hitting my wedding ring. The white vapor [...]

Eavesdropping in a Sarasota theater

13 Mar 2011

The following is an excerpt from a conversation I overheard last week between two old women at a Sarasota theater house: “You have how many children?” “Three boys.” “Boys? I didn’t know you had all boys.” “All of them boys.” “I heard boys are easier. Are boys easier?” “I thought the toughest time was when [...]

Yakking with Yoko [again]

09 Mar 2011

I interviewed Yoko Ono two years ago. Perhaps you remember. Some of you guys even gave me question suggestions. Well, Ms. Ono’s at it again: plugging her late husband’s traveling art exhibit, Imagine: The Artwork of John Lennon. If you’d have told me when I was a wanna-be journalist kid, that I’d get one crack [...]

Pregnancy Confession No. 4

05 Mar 2011

[I've always loved dogs more than babies.] I’m an unabashed dog lover. When I see one, my heart leaps. I get younger. My mind quiets. My instinct is to nuzzle the dog. To let the dog nuzzle me. I know not all dogs are people-lovers, as all people are not dog-lovers. But it doesn’t matter. [...]

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