Unraveling This Life

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Posts from the “Memories” Category

Fake Frowns

Posted on January 2, 2016

We bought our house in 1999 for a variety of reasons. Mortgages were relatively easy to come by then without a downpayment. Our kids were getting a little older, and we wanted some place where they could grow up. This house came with a massive maple tree out front, the type of tree that you simply tell people, “You know, the one with the maple tree shading the street,” and people just know which house it is. But probably, we bought our house because it had “charm.” In 1999, that meant original woodwork and lovely turn-of-the-century features and a pink toilet. Now? Whenever anyone tells me that they are buying their house for the charm, I immediately think of knob-and-tube wiring and gouged up hardwood…

Elastic Heart

Posted on December 31, 2013

I don’t think 2013 has been a particularly hard year, but I can’t say that I will look back on it with much love or fondness. About the best thing I can say about it: the girls graduated from college with honors and on time. That’s about it. Oh, and we adopted Lucy, our lovable beagle-Labrador. And I started running. And I still love my job. And my husband (that goes without saying since he pretty much balances me). And I got to spend one more Christmas with my girls and him. So, in 2014, I vow to: – blog more (I miss it) – grade more efficiently (because it sucks) – run better (still trying) – cook more (because I’m pretty much proficient…

It’s Been a Long Time Coming

Posted on April 14, 2013

Dear Erika and Bridget – Most people, in celebration of their children’s birth, usually post a photo or two of their kids and say something about how wonderful that day was. They reminisce about how wonderful all the hospital staff was. How none of the pains were really that bad. They think about how loving their partner was and how it felt when that tiny baby was placed in their arms. But quite frankly, I figured today was better spent saying thank you because without you, I probably wouldn’t have a birthday to celebrate. Might seem a tad hyperbolic, but it’s true. I’m pretty sure that when Mom and Dad told you that you were going to be coming to Oxford for a week…

Oh Yeah

Posted on October 29, 2012

My birthday was October 13, and this year my children decided to give me a surprise visit. Dave was returning home from a business trip on the 12th, and I had an acupuncture appointment that afternoon and then knit night later that evening. He and the girls figured that they could slip in while I was out, do a bit of light cleaning, and surprise me. But that morning, my car decided to start with every single warning light on, so I decided to play it safe and hitched a ride with a friend. That afternoon, another friend drove me home, followed me out to the repair shop to drop off my car, and then dropped me home. And here’s where the wheels came…

The Sweet Escape

Posted on October 23, 2012

It takes me a while to get shit done these days. Dishes. Vacuuming. Grading. Processing photos. About the only thing I get done on time is go to sleep, and even that is in question given the number of times I’ve woken up on the couch. So I guess even that skill has left me. And it comes as very little surprise then that it might take me about two full weeks to get my Toronto photos completed and up. It has been ages since I was last in Toronto. Pretty sure that I was seven the last time I was there, so I doubt it even counts. But still, it felt very familiar. Very natural. Very homelike. Sure, there were lots of nods…

Bring It On Down

Posted on August 3, 2012

Twenty-one years ago, I married my husband. I’d be lying if I said I remember every detail or that everything was perfect. I remember that for some, strange unknown reason, my sister and I both got our haircut that morning at the salon. I remember posing for the most god-awful photos ever while the guys staged theirs in a mock JCPenney’s catalog pose. I remember being a little nervous, but that is to be expected when you are 21 and getting married. That evening, I remember kissing the girls good-bye and piling into our old Honda Civic hatchback and driving I-70 to Indianapolis, Indiana, for a quick three nights away. We packed some clothes, the bottle of champagne and the new flutes that our…

Ballad of John and Yoko

Posted on June 17, 2012

We’ve been talking about music this month on O + U, and I figured that I needed to get this mix tape from my past sorted out. Years ago, like almost 21 to be precise, CDs were so cutting edge that most cars didn’t have a CD player unless you were fortunate enough to have a tape adapter for your portable CD player. But almost every car had a tape player, and cars were filled with all sorts of tapes. Now, you would be hard pressed to even find a tape player. So when you discover the ultimate mix tape, the one that you played at your wedding, that doesn’t have any of the tracks listed because you couldn’t be bothered to list them…