Let’s Pretend

Let’s pretend everything is okay. It’s not a pandemic. It’s not a time of civil unrest and violence.

Let’s pretend it hasn’t been almost a year since I had a haircut, traveled, made plans. Let’s pretend that I don’t feel like I’m trapped in a prison of my own making, that some days I just want to scream and relieve myself of tension, break things and punch walls. Let’s pretend I don’t feel buckets of guilt for that.

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11-16 From the Archives

This post originally appeared in my former, now-defunct blog, on November 28, 2007. Provided with commentary from a 2020 me on what 2007 me was living through.

It is what it is

Well it’s 3 weeks. A milestone. Tony has been gone and we are coping. what else can we do? With the blessing/curse of the Internet, we are able to have nearly constant communication. Blessing because I get to see and talk to my baby nearly as often as the urge strikes. Curse because I feel horribly guilty when I can’t just spend my time online, reconnecting.

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Scrap Hoard Soup

My oldest was talking about making stir fry. He enjoys cooking now that he’s off at college on his own, and he regularly impresses his friends with his prowess. I’ve encouraged him to ask those who partake to also participate, and pitch in with an ingredient. I compared it to the idea of Stone Soup, where everybody pitches in what little they have to make a hearty and heartwarming meal for the whole community. My kid remembered the book and loved it.

Isn’t that a great story? I love the message that we all may seem to be lacking until we remember the power in community. And also, I love soup.

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