It’s 12:57 am on Friday, March 8, 2024, and I’m sitting in bed. My partner is snoozing softly next to me. Our old cat is snore-purring at the foot of the bed. The stoic face of Keanu Reeves as Neo in The Matrix is on the TV screen. He’s just learned Kung Fu. Ordinarily, I … Continue reading whatevery-seven
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44 and wondering what even is time anymore…
You know that scene in the movie in which some woman is chronicling her life. She's seated in front of the laptop staring at the blinking cursor on the blank screen and the voiceover starts. I've been sitting here for the past few minutes replaying that scene in my head. But it's me staring at … Continue reading 44 and wondering what even is time anymore…
Party at ground zero
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
43 and reflecting on not knowing what I didn’t know…
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…
on being the answer to life the universe and everything…
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…
41 and learning to share…
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…
this is not forty…
Forty is a landmark. A milestone. It's a fixed place in time. It comes with a set of expectations. A certain amount of understanding. Of yourself. Of the people around you. Of the world. Tomorrow, as far as my birth certificate is concerned, I'll hit that landmark. But for me nothing feels set in stone. It doesn't … Continue reading this is not forty…
and then my brother turned 42…
42 years ago today my brother was born. I guess that on the day of his birth he was not yet my brother. I wouldn't come into play for another few years. So, technically it wasn't my brother's birthday. It was just Matt's birthday. But 8 years later when this picture was taken it was … Continue reading and then my brother turned 42…
about thirteen…
There's something about the number 13, isn't there? It comes with a warning. It announces itself. It's a prime number. There were 13 colonies in the US. Friday the 13th, that's a thing. And a movie series. It's also my second favorite number. I've always loved the look of the word and the way the … Continue reading about thirteen…
for matty…
It's strange to me sometimes as the parent of an only child, to watch K's interactions with me, her father, her friends, my friends, the world. I was never an only child. On the day I was born my brother was nearly three and quite happy being an only child. I could regale you with … Continue reading for matty…
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