My gynecologist offers Botox now. Because everyone knows that vaginal exams and Botox injections go hand-in-hand. I’m assuming they mean Botox for foreheads, not Botox for vaginas. They don’t give Botox in vaginas. Do they? Because who would want that? Still, I’m wondering where along the way in gynecology some doctor said, you know – … Continue reading I Think I’m High Again
Three Years Later
It happened again. Another anniversary crept up on me before I even realized it was happening. It turns out today is the 3rd anniversary of our move to Maryland. If this is news to you, and you really want the back story, there are links at the end of this post. For the purposes of … Continue reading Three Years Later
A Brick, A Big Black Snake, and Some Hot Action – Adventure Camp Concludes
North Bay, on the beach. Copyright TaraKA & the Tara Chronicles, 2016. Morning When we arrived back at camp on day 3, already there was a humid haze hanging over camp. This morning’s breakfast selection included pancakes, and cereal. Pancakes are unkind to the blood sugars, but I decided to dismiss my worries over … Continue reading A Brick, A Big Black Snake, and Some Hot Action – Adventure Camp Concludes
Head Lice, Harnesses, and Wetlands – Adventure Camp, Day 2
The "advanced" ropes course. Copyright TaraKA & The Tara Chronicles, 2016. Okay, not really. Nobody got head lice. And, before I get sued for slander, nobody got head lice at North Bay. We arrived back at camp around 8 a.m. just as everyone was lining up for breakfast. Breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs with cheese, … Continue reading Head Lice, Harnesses, and Wetlands – Adventure Camp, Day 2
Idyllic Adventure Camp, Giant Swing, and Frog’s Spit
North Bay Adventure Camp. Photo copyright TaraKA and Tara Chronicles, 2016. As the mother of a Type 1 child, I’ve been on many field trips either as chaperone or just as “nurse.” I’ve been to an arts institute, a technical high school, the Amish Farm, Fair Hill Nature Center (3 years in a row), the local … Continue reading Idyllic Adventure Camp, Giant Swing, and Frog’s Spit
It’s Not You, It’s Me
I’ve been so caught up in obligations and commitments and the busy-ness of a new school year – not to mention a perpetually sour mood – I’ve barely spoken to anyone. My dad called me this morning with a great big “well” – since we haven’t had a decent conversation in 2 weeks. I haven’t … Continue reading It’s Not You, It’s Me
November 15, 1987
We’re back from our weekend getaway. We got in around 10 p.m. Friday night at Jeff’s parents’ house. I met both parents and they’re very nice. Jeff and I went out driving later – very fast, but I wasn’t afraid. We talked about very strange things, like death and the afterlife. Saturday morning Mike and … Continue reading November 15, 1987
How I Spent the First Day of School
I’m deleting an email from Pep Boys. How the f*ck did I get on their email list? I don’t even go there. I don’t “do” cars. I drive them, but I leave the repairs to my motorhead husband. When he starts talking about anything beyond horsepower (which also means nothing to me, but don’t tell … Continue reading How I Spent the First Day of School
Meanwhile, Back in My Uterus
I’ve been trying to write something worthwhile for days. I’ve been caught up in circles… confusion is nothing new. Since Pi died, we’ve… I’ve… been wandering aimlessly around trying to find motivation to do anything. I managed to clean most of the main house earlier this week…. Vacuuming and washing floors, dusting off surfaces, putting … Continue reading Meanwhile, Back in My Uterus
Postscript
The day after I first published this post, Pi took her last car ride. It is with a terribly aching heart that I announce her passing. The first time I came to this house, Todd brought me here. He had wanted me to see the work he had done, his beautiful handmade kitchen cabinets, and … Continue reading Postscript
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