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The Prettiest Baby in the World

I’m fully convinced that my baby is the prettiest baby in the world. I mean, most mothers think that of their children, don’t they? And I don’t know but we’re all right. Something… Continue reading

The Memory of Chairs

My problem with New Year resolutions is that for most people, they seem to focus on sucking the joy out of things. Instead of berating myself for not having the same body as… Continue reading

We’re All Mad Here

“I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But… Continue reading

Visions of Sugar Plums

Per Sweet Baby’s and my usual morning routine, we yawn and we stretch, and then blearily walk/crawl (contingent on our respective capabilities) into the living room. I then step into the kitchen nook to make… Continue reading

I Shouldn’t Forget My Heart

We finally got a Christmas tree this year. A small, delicate one that looks real enough I can almost pretend into existence the spicy tang of true pine needles. Though it doesn’t hold much more than… Continue reading

The Night Before Christmas

For Sweet Baby’s very first Christmas, I gave him an old-fashioned edition of The Night Before Christmas (charmingly illustrated with Roger Duvoisin’s 1954 artwork). We read it for the first time on Christmas eve and then again on Christmas day. And… Continue reading