Today I am sad. Raw from the loss and brutality of the marathon bombings, pushed to the limit of missing my husband, stretched thin, nearly transparent in my defenses. I try to maintain the energy I need to get through without him. Sturdy, strong, stiff-upper-lip, do the best you can with what you've got, don't... Continue Reading →
I was inspired by Meg's piece to talk a little about what my youth was like, where my love for the outdoors comes from, and why I'm done with the city. Mine is a different story from Meg's, because I grew up in two different worlds. We lived in a stepping stone neighborhood in the... Continue Reading →
UPDATE: Today we received payment from the Independent Foreclosure Review program conducted by the government. They found us eligible to receive a payment in connection with "enforcement action related to deficient mortgage servicing and foreclosure processes." Deficient, in this case, being defined as "deceitful" and "egregiously dishonest" and "purposely, willfully, insidiously false". What did we... Continue Reading →
I don't know if you have noticed this, but my family relies heavily on humor for communication and bonding. When we all lived in one place, we'd spend evenings watching stand-up comic specials or movie comedies, share clips of favorite comedy TV shows, endlessly quote lines from funny movies, and had informal competitions to make... Continue Reading →
Our basement flooded last week. Not the whole thing, just about a third of it, and the disruption was minimal. But I had to move furniture out of the space, including two large bookcases. As I moved items from the shelves, I started setting aside the things I would simply get rid of instead of... Continue Reading →
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