The Post-Birthday World
It was nice to read a novel that lived up to its intriguing, “Sliding Doors”-type premise. Not a quick read, but worth my time.
Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
A collection of her salon.com columns, written during the buildup to the Iraq war. She reminds me that smart liberals can be faithful Christians.
Feeling overwhelmed by the level of customer service at the mall this morning. So many people are interested in my needs, all of whom also apparently use Crest White Strips. It almost makes me feel nostalgic for the cranky unkempt saleswoman who glares at me when I order bread at my local bakery. But not quite.
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Page one of the coloring book given to my two-year-old niece as her family cleared customs at the airport last week. Click through to see the rest of the pages.
Ann Taylor Loft T-shirts for fifty cents at the neighborhood garage sale. Also, Hershey’s Kisses.
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Putting the kids to bed and drinking Cosmos with my ladyfriends. Has it really been 18 years since we met?
God bless anywhere I get to hang out with these guys.
While eating food court Chinese, I notice a preponderance of grown men wearing fluorescent Crocs.
My pal Katie has started a blog. She sometimes writes in rhyme. Go ask her why she puts up visitors at the local Red Cross emergency shelter.
Theo has already received two pairs of cowboy boots and a three-foot crocheted clown doll that scares Jeff.