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Category Archives: love
My One
We’ve celebrated several birthdays over the years, and I hope we have a million more together. Today is Gary’s birthday, and even though he always insists we don’t make a fuss about it, I want him to feel as loved … Continue reading
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Fire
Just when I thought this blistering, humid, and sweaty summer would never end, cooler weather finally managed to find its way to these parts. Last night was the first shivering, need-a-coat, cold night of the fall, and Gary lit the … Continue reading
Old Time’s Sake
When I was invited out for pizza with several co-workers years and years ago, who knew where it would lead? I noticed, as soon as I arrived (late), that an empty seat had been left strategically across from Gary, who … Continue reading
Posted in anniversary, Gary, in love, love, my husband, our kids, sentimental
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Love Their Mother
While searching for good Father’s Day quotes and images, I repeatedly came across this one: It invariably made me roll my eyes with the unquestioned assumption that the children’s mother is actually lovable to start with, and the unspoken but … Continue reading
Posted in alienating parents suck, divorce, Father's Day, fathers, immature people, lies, love, our kids
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What I Am Thinking
The other day, a notification popped up on my blog that I was celebrating an anniversary: 10 years on WordPress! I’m not quite sure where their starting date comes from, because my first Smirking Cat post was October 26, 2007. … Continue reading
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Weird
Some weekends with the kids, I nearly grit my teeth down to bloody nubs and damn near sever my own tongue, biting back words that are quite true but nonetheless don’t need to be said where the kids can hear. … Continue reading
Posted in bad mother, kids, love, weekend
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