Tag: Mom
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goodbye, gramma.
Yesterday, my grandmother, Gramma with the Puppies as I knew her, passed away. She had been very sick. And today my mommy is very, very sad. I had not seen my grandmother in a very long time. What I remember of her is filled with a childhood awe of a woman who showers you with…
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things we said today
stuff i want them to take back and things i want to keep hearing forever. I’ve been thinking about the voices in my head lately, the ones who have said things in the past that I’ve never forgotten. To clear up some space for some new voices, I have decided to write these down and…
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More Letters
letting you read my mail again. Dear Beer, I’m tired of your trickery. I can have three or four beers on a weekend evening and be completely fine the next day, but if I try and have a couple of beers on a Tuesday night you make me feel absolutely horrible the next day. It…
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grass!
check out my excitement! I have always thought you plant and garden people were a little strange. I never understood the fascination with growing things in your own house. My mother would often bring in potted plants and position them in areas of the house. I believe we called them her “victims.” Each time one…
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Mom's List
christmas memories My mother loves Christmas. Every year it takes about four hours to open all of the gifts. Not because of the amount of presents, but rather because each and every one must be opened separately, and everyone has to admire the gift before moving onto the next one. Breaks have to be taken…
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weekend lessons
you pick up a few things here and there. I’m going broke from everyone’s wish lists. It’s way too easy to just click and send. But in any event, thanks to Daniel, Erica and Kim, whose gifts arrived on Friday afternoon. Eric is starting to look jealous. The weekend was spent shopping, performing, eating, and…
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conversations
i can hear the holidays approaching Let’s see, last night…. yoga, talk to my mom… oh, and about five hours of Resident Evil 3. That’s it. That’s all we’ve been doing. We bought it the night before we went out of town (which means we played the game pretty much until it was time to…
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bathtime horrors
or why i face the faucet when i bathe (flashback: inside pamie’s brain. Fifteen years old) (setting: pamie’s bathroom) Okay, you know what? I can’t remember the last time I took a bath. I think that’s what I’ll do. It’s been a while and I just got this new book and it’ll be real nice…