January 2009

Fathead.

January 29, 2009

Tuesday morning I went to the state capitol to speak to elected officials about the March of Dimes. Being out in the world around other adults has become thrillingly novel, and I am no longer well-equipped for it, sadly. First there was the problem of clothing myself, as my customary uniform of housepants and a [...]

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Down With Mickey.

January 26, 2009

Shortly after Simone was born, I opened an email from an editor. She offered her congratulations and said that sometime, when I felt up to it, she would love to have me write something for her magazine. I was attached to my breast pump at the time, pressed against the window of my hospital room [...]

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Marching On.

January 20, 2009

Thank you all for your kind words last week. I can’t say that I have revised my position that January should be abolished, but I do feel much better, now. It is odd to look back on last year and realize that I went through all of that with no idea how it would turn [...]

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Scattered.

January 12, 2009

Well, I’ve made it through more than a third of January unharmed, yet my mood has hovered somewhere between “Edgar Allen Poe” and “Schopenhauer,” with only occasional stops at my customary default of “Gilbert & Sullivan.” Alas, naming my moods after literary figures does little to make them more palatable. I am tired, I am [...]

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The Best of Times, The Worst of Times.

January 4, 2009

I have mixed feelings about 2008. I started several end-of-the-year type posts, but as you may have noticed, none of them made it online. It’s complicated. Part of me, understandably, was standing at the door ready to give 2008 a solid kick on its way out. But the other part—well, like I said. Complicated. On [...]

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