April 2009

A Post Nearly as Long-Lasting and Tedious as My Infertility Itself.

April 30, 2009

Last week Scott cleaned out my trunk, shoving everything in bags for me to sort through at my leisure. Yesterday I inventoried said bags—one large paper sack, one tote, two plastic garbage bags—and with the exception of two books, a pair of old snow boots, and a questionable-looking mug, everything they contained had something to [...]

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Nature Hates Babies.

April 27, 2009

That was the scene at the walk site yesterday morning. It is difficult to see just how hard it was raining, but it was the kind of rain where great rivers went slaloming over the tops of the tents and pouring over the sides like fountains. I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, a T-shirt, a [...]

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What Happens When You Sleep With Your Face On Your Hands.

April 22, 2009
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Daredevilry.

April 21, 2009

Well, Simone and I made it through Scott’s absence with a minimum of bloodshed. I would have liked to say “with NO bloodshed,” but alas, Simone fell and gave herself a bloody nose on Saturday evening, so there goes that. But! She’s alive and well, and I am not in a locked ward somewhere, so [...]

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Piggy.

April 17, 2009

It’s getting a little Lord of the Flies around here. Scott left for his grandfather’s funeral (not unexpected, long battle w/Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s), and I will pause here for a moment in recognition of the sombre occasion before I continue my extremely self-centered narrative. . . . . . . Ok, so like I was [...]

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Read and Blue.

April 15, 2009

I’ve wanted to post, but I’ve been reluctant. When something bad happens, there is a whirl of cards and casseroles and what-can-I-dos and then…it’s over. This is to be expected; life marches cruelly on. But I couldn’t bring myself to allow it to do so here, on this site. Yesterday, throngs of people wore purple [...]

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Madeline Alice

April 8, 2009

All day, I have been moving about in a sorrowful daze. Prying a receipt out of Simone’s mouth only to burst into tears and squeeze her uselessly. Sitting here, blank. Refreshing various webpages, opening various Word documents, closing them again. I don’t have anything much to say, or maybe I have too many things, all [...]

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Birth of a Commentatrix.

April 2, 2009

The word “commentator” has always sounded wrong to me. Surely there is no such verb as “commentate?” It sounds as though you meant to say “comment” and got confused. I would think a person who offers commentary ought more properly to be called a “commentarian,” but everyone else has agreed on “commentator,” and I confess [...]

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