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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

And that's how it's done

Wednesday, April 27, 2011 By

Emmie had a boatload of sugar at her cousin Sheridan's birthday. She was one bite short of vibrating. At home, I try desperately to calm her down, but she wants to play. "Emerson, take some deep breaths, please. It's time to chill out." "ButbutbutbutMama!...

Monday, April 25, 2011

Thanks for the warning

Monday, April 25, 2011 By

Emmie and I are playing Picnic in the car. We're bringing apples, bundt cake, "Cococola," dark chocolate, eggs, fiddleheads, gum, horseradish, ice, jelly beans, knuckle sandwiches, lemonade, mashed potatoes, noodles, octopus sushi, popcorn, and quail. It's...

Friday, April 22, 2011

Maybe I'll take her jellyfishing

Emmie will have a week off from camp during the week of July 4, and we're trying to decide what to do. We discuss camping, swimming, sights to see, visiting friends and family, and our perpetual favorite activities in Atlanta. "Well, it sounds like...

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Maybe I'm anxious about ninjas...

Wednesday, April 20, 2011 By

Email to A.C.: "You know, I was thinking that it might not be anxiety I feel. I think it's my mad ninja skillz. Leaves me with heightened sensitivity to threats." Email to me: "Why are you up so late emailing me? Anxiety, not ninja skills." Email...

Monday, April 18, 2011

Excelling at our jobs

Monday, April 18, 2011 By

My friend, A.W., and I were talking about an all-day Excel class she took at work. It sounded like torture. "It was, Stacey. It was," she said. We agree about the necessity of the software and the usefulness of it. But there are few professional tasks...

Monday, April 11, 2011

Formula for fun

In the perpetual game show "Why Can't Anything Go Right?" that is my life, my dad and I had to drive 30 minutes to retrieve my bank card from my sister, who had accidentally absconded with it. Say that five times fast: accidentally absconded. It's really...

Friday, April 08, 2011

Bag it

Friday, April 08, 2011 By

Dear Atlantic Station H&M Male Sales Clerk - "Hi. Do you have this bag in black?" I asked. You hardly glanced up at me. "Nooooo," you mused, eyebrow raised, while adjusting your horrid neck scarf. "It doesn't come in black. Why would you ask that?" "...beeeeecause...

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Drawing questionable conclusions

Wednesday, April 06, 2011 By

I tend to shy away from religious discussions. I was raised Presbyterian, which is a quiet, non-charismatic faith sometimes joked about as "The Frozen Chosen." Displays of fervor make me feel uncomfortable. But this is an overwhelmingly Baptist area,...

Monday, April 04, 2011

Definitely her own person

Monday, April 04, 2011 By

It's 9 p.m., and Emmie is just crawling into bed. We're an hour late tonight, because she had crazy tons of homework owing to the fact that she forgot to bring home her homework folder the day before. But usually we read for a half-hour, so it's not...

Friday, April 01, 2011

In defense of loafers (No Foolin'!) - A love letter to Amy and Alice

Friday, April 01, 2011 By

EXHIBIT A: My beloved, comfy loafers - which I have in both brown and black. EXHIBIT B: An entry on The Sartorialist. Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/shoutlist-icons">Shout...