Growing up, I didn't have a sister. As previously discussed I haven't always been good at being friends with women. And maybe it's because I wasn't ready. But maybe it's also because it took time for me to meet my people. My person. My James. Is this one of those sappy reflection posts? Maybe? Is … Continue reading your post…
Eighteen years ago today I was in a hospital suite. In labor. It wouldn't be brief. I'd continue laboring for the next seven hours. Which was actually refreshing. Because I'd already been in labor for three days straight. I was suffering from preeclampsia. The baby was suffering from an intrauterine growth issue. And to top … Continue reading Party at ground zero
I was horrible at being friends with women in my youth. Horrible at it. In my youth I was one of those girls who were only friends with guys. I was one of the boys. Just one of the boys who liked to wear goth makeup and short skirts. Women were too much. Too mean, … Continue reading 43 and reflecting on not knowing what I didn’t know…
A couple of months ago I woke up and realized that, despite the learnings of my youth, turning 42 was not in fact the answer to life the universe and everything. Mostly because in order to be the answer there must be the question. I'm not a question so much as I am a work … Continue reading on being the answer to life the universe and everything…
It would surprise no one who knows me in my personal life that my birthday is, for me, a big deal. While others would like the anniversary of their birth to pass with nary a reminder, I prefer to be reminded that this is a day of Cami celebration over and over and over again. … Continue reading 41 and learning to share…
At 2:30 on Friday morning I crept into my daughter's room, turned on the decorative "K" light sitting on her dresser, and whispered as quietly as I could. "moooooooo" There was no response. I raised my voice a bit, but still quietly. "moooooooooooooooo" She rolled over and I mooed again. She pulled the blankets over her … Continue reading at fourteen…
Yesterday my mother showed up at my door with 13 handcrafted birthday invitations in one hand and 1.75 liters of vodka in the other. The two are mostly unrelated. The invites are made from paper and glitter. Stamp and ink. She didn't write in them, but provided neatly cut slips of paper with prompts for … Continue reading the invites…
I try not to post on the weekends. Saturday and Sunday at my house are set aside for family time. For K and Mike and my dear friends that I often don't have much time for during the week... So what is is that's causing me to break my weekend postlessness? A beautiful woman, a … Continue reading Ordinarily…
And the first time I met her I really didn't care for her.At all.And she? She didn't like me so much either.It was okay that way... right? I mean when two people meet and they really don't like each other...at all...the sensible thing for those two people to do is to steer clear of each … Continue reading there was this girl…
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