I think we all want to be someone else.

In reality, I'm a suburban mom with kids in middle school. I weigh too much, I have a penchant for mom jeans and sweatshirts. When I'm not working or folding laundry, I spend my time driving to various sports practices and music… Read full post »

Kinda oxymoronic, eh?

But it did.

I could have gotten pregnant oh so many years ago, with my high school boyfriend. I would have been showing in my graduation robe, with that silly gold Honor Student cord meaning nothing, as I settled down in my nothing town, with bills, diapers, and… Read full post »

My office window looks out the side of my house, at the neighbor's house. No great shakes as views go. Suburban cedar fence. Boring.

So I added some enticements to attract friends. This view is from a rainy day last winter.

 

 

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TAG stands for Talented and Gifted. It's another label to put on kids in my district, and I've had a love-hate relationship with it for years.

I live in the kid-obsessed suburbs, with a Kumon math center just down the road, Intel engineers in every other house, and at-home moms with…

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I bought my fifth-grade Tadpole a pair of skinny jeans with holes already in them, a purple flannel shirt, and a pair of black Converse with pink laces.

Damn that felt good.

I remember my own fifth grade year. I felt like an eyesore. I was my own personal… Read full post »

Skyline Elementary School is on the rural outskirts of Portland, Oregon, where Kyron Horman disappeared a week ago. It's only a few miles from my house.

 

I'm just as perplexed as everyone that a child could disappear in broad daylight from a rural elementary school.

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I started my Facebook account to keep in touch with former workmates. We all worked together at a company that went bankrupt, and we all scattered to the four winds. These people were great, and even more, they're my valuable professional network--the people I will rely on some day when my… Read full post »

 

 

 

When I saw her for the first time, I thought “hell, no.”

We are not keeping this rocketing yellow blur who is tearing around my lawn and completely out of control. Half yellow lab, half golden retriever, no sense, and no training. A six-month-old puppy… Read full post »