Category Archives: Navel Gazing (and I Don’t Mean Oranges)

Robin Fly

I grabbed the Economist out of the mail today and flipped quickly to the obituary, like I usually do, and wondered who would be the subject next week, next month.  Who is alive right now who will not be when … Continue reading

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Sunday Morning Meal Planning

A rare morning that Liam has not drifted down the stairs at 5:30 am to cuddle with us, and so of course I’m up at that time anyway.  Craig is nestled in with me – he cried for me at … Continue reading

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HHI is Bad for My Happiness

I find it’s easier to be frugal when I avoid shopping malls, shopping catalogs, shopping websites, and (most of all) Target, the place where willpower goes to die.  (Seriously what is up with Target?  It’s like the consumerist tempting sorcerer … Continue reading

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All Boy

A couple of weeks ago, a friend who is an ultrasound tech offered us a free gender ultrasound.  (Technically, should be called a sex ultrasound, shouldn’t it?)  “Make an appointment for when you hit 15 weeks, and I’ll make sure … Continue reading

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Changing the Metrics

In February of last year, on the last day of my trip to Rio de Janeiro, I had the entire day to myself. I spent the morning riding skycars up to the Sugar Loaf Mountain and traipsing around a series … Continue reading

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