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Fire in the hole

August 12, 2010

“Are we still in Ohio?” Benjamin calls from the back seat. “Yes, we’re still in Ohio but we’re not in Columbus anymore. We’re almost to Athens. Your Daddy will be there, at the gas station in just a few minutes.” During our bi-weekly hand-offs I try to mask any emotion other than, of course, pure […]

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My First Time

August 2, 2009

I met the first boy who would break my heart at a party. My legs were crossed and I had a pillow on my lap, my back leaning into the corner of the sofa. Working three jobs over my summer break between my freshman and sophomore years of college I liked this spot in the […]

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June 16, 2009

The radio booth smelled like old men and dusty records but I liked it anyway. When Glenn Miller came on I would start dancing by myself. Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer. How can you not dance to Chattanooga Choo Choo? My Dad had introduced me to The Glenn Miller Band years earlier. […]

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Father Figure

April 8, 2009

Maybe I gave up. Maybe I just didn’t want to hear another “I can’t” or “I’ll try” – each one cutting a bit deeper than the last. But somewhere along the way I just stopped. I stopped asking my ex-husband to spend more time – time outside of his 36 hours a week – with […]

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December 27, 2008

All of Benjamin’s life people have commented on his eyelashes. “They’re from his father,” I say. They are amazing. Like little butterfly wings. He also has his father’s body – his shoulders, his legs, his torso and even his little butt. But he has my smile, my eyes and my eyebrows. Like any mother, I […]

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Breakfast in bed.

October 28, 2008

My father loved bringing my mother breakfast in bed. He would also clean the dishes after dinner – every single night, even when he cooked. When he’d come home from work he’d seek her out, “Where is my beautiful wife?” “Upstairs Dad,” we’d sigh. When he found her he’d scoop her up into a sweet […]

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Man wanted.

April 17, 2008

If I were to write a personals ad on Craigslist here’s what it would say.

Dear Man.

I like you. I really do. I’m just trying to figure out why I need you. So if you want me (and I’m quite a catch) you’ll have to prove your worth.

In order for me to deem you valuable you must be able to:

1. Cook

2. Clean

3. Pamper

4. Love

5. Respect

6. Trust

7. Laugh

8. Intrigue

9. Provide

and…last but not least…

10. Have a nice ass.


Ms. Single Mama.

And no, I have never posted a personals ad on But I do browse and they’re out there. Look at your own risk! Most of them actually have naked pictures of guys showing off their you know whats. Ummm… yeah. That’s hot.

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