Look at this dumb picture that I insisted upon. My younger niece said that as soon as she saw this ridiculous thing with the face cutouts at the movie theater, she knew I’d make them take this picture. They complained the tiniest bit, but they also knew resistance was futile. Look at these kids. They…
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Two Saturdays ago, before even opening my eyes, I woke to the really terrific thought: Today, I don’t have to be anyone but Seema Reza. It sounds so goddamned self-congratulatory, I know. The day before, on Friday, I had two entirely different groups at two hospitals in two states, with no time to spare between them. It’s not…
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This week we started playing this game: “Who in this room do you think is your child visiting here from the future?” My son says maybe he’s my twin who has travelled to the future to act as my son. Or maybe I’m his twin traveling back from the future to replace his (or I…
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So I write another post. It’s been another week. I’ve been digging through my old writing trying to find something to say. I talked to my friend Cheyenne last night, he is lovely and sweet and says, “Do you want feedback?” before telling me exactly what I needed (but don’t always want) to hear. Then…
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I’ve been wishing I’d lose my voice again, been avoiding phone calls and text messages. I’ve been crying at lunch. I’ve been afraid of talking to my children. I’ve been afraid of anyone else talking to my children. I’ve been awake. I’ve been dreamless.I’ve been thinking about decaying coral reefs. I’ve been holding the hand…
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Thursday night I lost my voice. I spent the next couple of days pretty nicely medicated. And silent. I could not even talk to myself. This happens about once a year. When I started to feel the very beginning of being sick on Wednesday, I planned and shopped for a big get un-sick cleanse for…
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Say you lived in a household where delicious baked treats were often kept under a glass dome on a pretty plate on the dining table. Say you ate the last treat–maybe it was an iced cinnamon roll from a can, maybe a lovely fluffy homemade biscuit. Would you then place the glass dome back on…
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The featured image is a note in a card given by one practical ten year old to another–the front image is an elephant walking a tightrope. I have some really dear tough-guy friends who indulge my demand for sweet-guy behavior. I won’t name them here in case they are embarrassed by what sweeties they are (such…
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One of my favorite, favorite, favorite things is showing kids really campy cheesed out things. Some teenagers were hanging out at my place the other weekend, and I showed them several videos that astonished and perplexed them, including the one below. One of my all-time 100% favorites, it elicited a great deal of excited commentary…
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Who among us, when met by a resting, almost forgotten grief, doesn’t ask the questions: What is wrong with me? Shouldn’t I be over this by now? Well of course you should be. In fact, bad things shouldn’t happen in the first place. To you or anyone. In fact, it should also never rain during the day.…
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