tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267032902012-02-01T12:51:29.110-05:00Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.comBlogger9471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-39150497928659893422012-01-25T23:02:00.000-05:002012-01-25T23:04:06.251-05:00

You know how sometimes you know someone going through something awful and you feel you can somehow relate, or maybe you just really like the person, and you find yourself thinking - randomly, and frequently - I wish I could take this pain and sadness away?That's how I've been feeling about Susan Niebur. Susan is a brilliant astrophysicist, a loving wife, a wonderful mom to two boys. Susan is an

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-35465315968454824532012-01-08T22:54:00.002-05:002012-01-08T23:10:00.094-05:00

Much about the last two weeks of the year were really great. Namely, with Max on a break from school and me on a break from work, plus, getting some extra days with him for Christmas, we spent a lot of time together, more than we usually do. For someone who lives half her life without her son, this is a gift to be treasured. And I have, very much so. We did fun things together, ran errands

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-6132422549262395732011-12-29T22:53:00.002-05:002011-12-29T23:10:01.265-05:00

The evening is uneventful until he suddenly starts complaining that he's freezing and his stomach hurts. Within minutes, he's curled up on me, shaking, groaning, while Jevo covers him with a thick blanket. He moans and trembles until he becomes listless, only to start up again. I hold him, try to saying soothing things, and with my free hand, I grab my phone, hit the WebMD app and try to figure

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-25182322981620746992011-12-24T12:53:00.002-05:002011-12-24T12:55:25.337-05:00

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-80415337278128353152011-12-21T11:12:00.000-05:002011-12-21T11:15:25.390-05:00

I've been railing against Facebook Timeline since I first heard of it in the fall. My reason was simple: I didn't want my past coming back up to haunt me with a simple click of "2007" or "2008." When I joined FB, I was married. I didn't use it much, but still. While I'd deleted pictures when the marriage ended, there were posts and stuff that now threatened to come back.Worse than being married,

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-67426987196620499692011-12-14T23:01:00.002-05:002011-12-14T23:16:33.297-05:00

Our Christmas tree is an ugly little thing. It’s about four-feet-tall, plastic and spindly. I can't say I love it, but I definitely have some affection for it. I grew up with a plastic Christmas tree (until Hurricane Andrew obliterated the tool shed out back where it was stored), so I guess the feeling is rooted there. This tree is very similar to the one from my childhood.This particular tree is

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-1638854084112099172011-12-11T23:48:00.001-05:002011-12-11T23:56:28.746-05:00

Today is a rare day for me in that I feel utterly accomplished.These last weeks since my last post have been stressful, with me studying for a final exam and writing a paper. The last of it, the paper, was due tonight, and I finished most of it on Friday and submitted it this morning. So that's a check.I finished decorating for the holidays. Another check.Christmas shopping? Total check! I'm DONE

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-72729102753842446232011-11-24T01:39:00.001-05:002011-11-24T01:40:50.661-05:00

It's no secret that I find it trite to list out all the many things I'm thankful for simply because it's Thanksgiving. Even so, gratitude is not at all lost on me. Taking a moment to point out to myself at least one thing that's good, or going right, or a simple blessing became, somewhere along the way, a coping mechanism for me. If I could do that, I wouldn't be able to wallow in self-pity and

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-74209484347190903742011-11-14T23:40:00.003-05:002011-11-16T16:34:50.260-05:00

The madness surrounding Jevo's move into the house is essentially over. Or rather, he's moved in, completely, it's just that now we have to merge or purge and organize everything.But leading up to this, life has been hell. It wasn't just the packing on his end; it was that I was studying for two midterms (and completing various school assignments) and trying to stay on top of the 50 notes M's

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-65684601649225977192011-10-10T22:10:00.002-04:002011-10-10T22:16:01.110-04:00

The cost of these colorful, lovely creatures? My stress levels and peace of mind.I got Max one of those butterfly gardens for his birthday. I thought it'd be fun and educational and pretty cool to watch the caterpillars transform to butterflies before our very eyes. Do you see the kids' faces on the box? I wanted that to be us.He loved the present from the moment he opened it and I explained what

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-33917597217819509442011-09-29T01:27:00.000-04:002011-09-29T01:34:25.765-04:00

I have the tragic distinction among my close girlfriends of being "the re-dater." Ugh. Much to my eternal embarrassment and chagrin, I am THAT girl who has re-dated a number (oh yeah, more than one!) of ex-flames at various points in my life.Issues, much? Um, "YES!"I mean, come on. When you step back and consider this, that I would re-date someone with whom it didn't work out in the first place,

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-61921927002091798602011-09-26T23:46:00.001-04:002011-09-27T00:25:24.515-04:00

Afternoons like yesterday are the ones that can sometimes make my whole year. I haven't stopped thinking about it.Max and I shared a movie date earlier in the day (we saw A Dolphin's Tale, which had me in tears within the first five minutes). It was a sweet mother-son outing, of the kind I revel in because I'm guilty of getting caught up in the day-to-day stuff, the routine and obligations, and I

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-42379370775846289162011-09-21T00:11:00.001-04:002011-09-21T00:27:02.395-04:00

This rant has been building up in me, and today, I've finally gone over the edge. I've tried to hold this back, tried to not be so petty - but I'm so freaking DONE with this crap that I don't even care if I'm nutty or petty.I'm so sick of the way people spew all kinds of inane, boring, and utterly-inappropriate-for-a- public-forum crap on FB. It's gotten to the point where I am honestly baffled

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-34754679732864307932011-09-13T22:35:00.001-04:002011-09-13T22:38:09.679-04:00

I'm trying really hard not to feel overwhelmed and slightly panicky, but this is a losing battle. I suffer from that condition (wha? surely, it's a condition!) where, if the overwhelmedness is too much, I just shut down. That means nothing gets done and shit piles up, and that just makes it all worse because I end up digging myself into a hole I can't possibly get out of.ACK.I live on lists.

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-27202531319302349322011-09-11T01:30:00.001-04:002011-09-11T07:59:22.428-04:00

Friday morning as we walked toward your school, you let my hand go and told me you didn't need to hold it. I saw you look at some of the older kids - two girls standing by the gates - when you asked me for your bookbag and lunchbox. You slipped one on and took the other in your hand, you who usually complain that they're too heavy and can't I please just hold them for you?You will not remember

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-59326258734574488842011-09-06T19:45:00.001-04:002011-09-06T19:46:52.170-04:00

9/11 looms large before us. It's not just the annual remembrance, it's that we're marking a decade since the day our nation was forever changed.I've shared here how and why 9/11 affected me, though I don't think I've ever mentioned that at the time, I was a federal employee, working in a large complex that housed other federal offices, and that we were in essence evacuated and sent home. I

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-64577004436566542682011-09-03T18:13:00.003-04:002011-09-03T18:45:23.295-04:00

It's our anniversary weekend. Two years ago, my friend and I had recently shared a very unexpected evening of awesomeness that we vowed would not get in the way of what had become a very good, very solid friendship. In the three weeks since that night, we'd done a really good job of making good on that vow. We'd instantly gone back to our old dynamic, with no weirdness, no hard feelings, none of

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-53650738262454817012011-08-16T23:17:00.001-04:002011-08-17T14:08:50.455-04:00

I had no choice but to get my hair cut over the weekend. I'd let it go too long - six months, to be exact - and the split ends were heinous. My stylist did the same great job she always does, but given my own neglect, she had to cut a lot to get all the split ends, so that now I have hair that's right above my shoulders. I'm so appalled by how short my hair is that I can barely stand it. I

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-35678659301297650662011-08-05T21:53:00.001-04:002011-08-05T21:53:53.172-04:00

There are supposed to be some ground rules. We have never outright laid these rules out, but they are understood. I am not to write about him here. That's it, that's the rule. He has more than clearly expressed his feelings about this blog, about being a topic in this blog, many times over the last few years (hint, he's not a fan).I understand his feelings and respect that rule. Hell, I got to a

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-81913573811462891582011-07-31T23:30:00.001-04:002011-07-31T23:33:13.826-04:00

He's known all along that I'm a shoe fiend. He's known that for my birthday I want things that I covet but would never get for myself. He's known that shoes are always a great option, and that sometimes, a purse if I'm in need of one or know of one that I love.And yet, he's refused. He's flat-out told me numerous times that, no, no way could he gift me stuff like purses and shoes.Sorry, darling,

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-91328559719680079422011-07-28T05:45:00.004-04:002011-07-28T05:45:00.772-04:00

Happy Birthday to me.It's the wee hours of my 34th birthday. I've been dreading this day simply because it's the first time I feel old, or what I presume to be "old." I technically am not old, nor do I look old; in fact, despite some recent weight gain as I've figured out and set out to fix a doozy of a health issue, this is the best I feel in ages. And yet, age has been heavy on my mind.The

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-78448633225583709442011-07-27T21:03:00.001-04:002011-07-27T22:11:11.832-04:00

I'm back from a wonderful week in Costa Rica.Oh, yeah. I flew. Twice. And survived. This was also my first *real* international trip, ever. I know, it took 33 years. Sad life.It was a great time. The people were nice and hospitable. It's impossible not to relax even as you're hiking or sweating your butt off (you'd think, being from Miami, that humidity would be nothing to me, but no, this was

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-34672130222840983722011-07-15T17:12:00.000-04:002011-07-15T17:12:00.073-04:00

This was supposed to be the Summer of Tere Catching Up. It is, instead, turning out to be the Summer of Tere Almost-But-Not-Quite Catching Up, Kinda Sorta.I've been pretty good about tackling the eternal mess that is my house, and I've been reading voraciously. I've got my bills and correspondence in order and no major issues to tackle (though I still have to tell y'all about the health odyssey

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-51505026458208901962011-07-08T17:54:00.001-04:002011-07-08T18:53:19.309-04:00

It’s that very special time of the year: time for me to get myself some birthday presents!There’s nothing specific I truly want (though you should see the obnoxious wish list I gave Jevo!), except for the ostentatious purse and these awesome shoes that are still not cheap enough for me to actually get (and just great, my size is sold out!). So, I'm left to wander the vast Internet, all lonely and

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-65992652554473756762011-06-19T13:39:00.007-04:002011-06-20T23:05:10.485-04:00

My son is on the floor, busy with an art project while Jevo and I sit on the couch, reading. It's Friday night, which for us is reserved as a time to unwind and relax. We usually order pizza, watch a bit of TV and overall keep it low-key.The project Max is working on is a present for my dad for Father's Day. These projects of his are pretty much the same: he takes a large scrapbook page and

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-35636414281363183292011-06-16T20:11:00.001-04:002011-06-16T21:52:53.254-04:00

I don’t like amassing *friends* on Facebook. I reserve my FB profile for people I know in real life, the exception being some friends that I’ve met through blogging (as contributors to the same site), whom I *know* through our works and through emailing, but I don’t know know. You know?Anyway. My FB is personal and private and that's that. Still, I’ve been thinking for a while about how I’d like

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-51301002990667635812011-06-10T17:27:00.003-04:002011-06-10T17:27:00.636-04:00

Seems like bad smells will be the death of me this year.After talking to folks at my local store and scouring teh interwebz for useful info and finding none, I'm here to see if anyone out there can solve this mystery for me: why do the clothes I order from Forever 21 smell like they were soaked in a vat of chemicals for approximately one month before being wrapped and sent to me?My guess: because

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-44086907516271768192011-06-08T16:58:00.004-04:002011-06-08T23:10:12.211-04:00

She is a nice lady. I feel obligated to state that because she is. She is friendly and chatty but not overly so, not knocking on my door or monopolizing my time when we're both outside and chat. She asks permission before entering my backyard to retrieve her grandson's ball, and she's repeatedly offered us use of her above-the-ground pool.That said, she's driving me insane with her cats.

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-26962638939024915922011-06-01T21:25:00.002-04:002011-06-02T10:02:41.451-04:00

I see from the corner of my eye something shimmery at my shoulder. Turning, I see the shimmer move and multiply. My hair lately is all but coated in mango sap. Discovering random sap beads throughout the day is a constant reminder that this time of the year, I am a slave to my mango tree.She is the centerpiece of my yard, a tree that's (at the very least) 25 years old, large, sturdy, with

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-24328651183021160032011-05-28T00:05:00.001-04:002011-05-28T00:05:00.810-04:00

I've been dealing lately with a variety of symptoms that, while they are not anything catastrophic or close to it, are bothersome enough to have me searching for answers. The main problem seems to be that I'm affected in a variety of ways (different systems), so I can't say I have X and then address it. Trying to pinpoint the root has been impossible. I have a few things going on that are all

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-30041811094002489792011-05-25T22:18:00.003-04:002011-05-25T22:50:34.139-04:00

I've dropped Max off at school and am stuck in the usual morning traffic. I cope by playing music really loudly and letting my mind wander across a wide variety of random topics. This morning, the random topic I'm absorbed with is an order from Old Navy that should be at my door any day now.I've ordered a couple of pairs of shorts, which is really rare for me. I don't really like shorts, haven't

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-20156852783732069352011-04-21T03:09:00.002-04:002011-04-21T03:09:00.541-04:00

Holy sweetness, today, this blog turns five! Wheeeeeeee!!How did it all begin? With this post, Into the Void (wow, love that title). I just reread it, for the first time in at least three years, and yeah, I remember that feeling. I didn't go then into the detail I've since shared numerous times, how I wanted to chronicle my life as a mother, to help me remember, and how I wanted to improve my

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-69545167433161163912011-04-09T08:44:00.003-04:002011-04-09T10:09:47.740-04:00

He speaks TV commercial now. If ever I doubted the effects of advertising on kids (I didn't, but whatever), I need not doubt anymore. My child has become a walking, breathing TV commercial.The other day it was, "mommy, I want to see Hop by the makers of Despicable Me," as I scrambled to get ready for class. A couple of weeks ago he woke me up on a Saturday, sometime between 5:30 and 6 a.m., to

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-89436244819281409642011-04-05T19:06:00.003-04:002011-04-05T22:42:24.722-04:00

Looking over the work I've produced over the last two decades, it's become clear to me -- terribly, undeniably clear -- that most of my poems suck. Big time. I'm not as devastated as I worried I would be, mainly because I'm cutting myself boatloads of slack by telling myself things like, "come on, you were a kid when you wrote most of that stuff!" and "at least now you know how to edit properly."

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-53300960948887594872011-03-25T00:06:00.000-04:002011-03-25T00:06:01.778-04:00

All along, my focus has been on them. I've considered every step, given each of them room to feel comfortable - with the situation, with one another. I've insisted we all move slowly, that we think about each step and think about each one carefully. I've walked a fine line between them both, trying to read each one and guess what they each need of me. I've played various roles: guardian and

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-79146396906368143782011-03-24T00:01:00.004-04:002011-03-24T00:01:02.165-04:00

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-39242932773190722322011-02-23T21:59:00.008-05:002011-02-24T09:14:20.531-05:00

What do you think? "Tere: Celebrating 10 Years in Therapy!"Because recently, when I decided to head back to therapy, it hit me that in October, it'll be 10 years since I first entered therapy, and like all commemorative years of significant things in my life, I'm feeling reflective about the choice I made back then and what it did for my life.I went into therapy for the sake of my marriage, at

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-81986046719133649802011-02-15T19:38:00.000-05:002011-02-15T21:37:19.693-05:00

Considering everything I expressed in my last post, I’ve been thinking quite a bit over the last few months about my feelings about writing, my life, writing about my life, and this blog. I’ve tried to get to some kind of core truth or core feeling about this.The thing is, it’s pretty hard (and pointless) to be a blogger who claims to write about her life (and enjoys it, too) and then not

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-27941136113526436622011-02-09T18:43:00.007-05:002011-02-10T09:46:39.654-05:00

I’ve been hesitating writing about this. Before I get into “this” and why I changed my mind and am indeed writing about it, there’s some related detail I want to get into.I'm mighty sick of feeling so guilty when I think of how neglectful I've been with this blog. My guilt is very closely and quickly followed by indignation, like, what, blog?? You don't own me! I don't owe you anything!! Only to

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-81591155628596696182011-01-27T21:31:00.000-05:002011-01-27T22:33:40.365-05:00

The folks over at Career Overview have been so kind as to deem this one of "60 Truly Inspiring Blogs for Stay-at-Home Moms." How sweet!Really, what a nice gesture. My thanks to the editors who took the time to read some of this site and figured it was worthy of some love.I appreciate it.

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-54420280932034214602011-01-19T21:42:00.001-05:002011-01-19T22:36:35.427-05:00

I was just reading this post, written after Zoë died. I remember how sad I felt (devastated is a better word), and in this post my sadness was specifically about how just a couple of days after her death, Max was already forgetting her and would eventually have no memory of her. Those two were such pals, they adored each other - and the loss and and the way he'd never remember her were too much

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-8930886983246447342011-01-17T00:07:00.000-05:002011-01-17T00:58:52.158-05:00

I drop my bag on the floor and take my place on the court. The sun is warm, at a comfortable angle. There's the typical park noises - children laughing, yelling, squealing; men playing soccer in the field; tennis balls thwack, thwack, thwacking behind me - but in my immediate area, there is silence, and this is exactly how I like it. There is no one here but me, though in a half hour the

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-28064194307002683792011-01-04T19:31:00.004-05:002011-01-04T22:48:01.717-05:00

Herewith, a short list of former passions that I very much miss. I miss these things enough to very seriously reincorporate them into my life. Actually, it's not so much that they're gone from my life; it's more that I am not engaging in them as frequently as I want to, or with much ardor. I do believe it's time to change that.GardeningI'm a pretty abysmal gardener. I've spent a good part of my

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-90924484938290651302010-12-24T16:38:00.000-05:002010-12-24T16:38:00.541-05:00

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-47716251154637644942010-12-21T08:02:00.005-05:002010-12-21T09:56:45.367-05:00

In the midst of my funk, Max has been developing a cough over these last few days. It's been no big deal, and besides, what can you do for a cough? Lemon and honey, and that's about it.He was doing well yesterday. In fact, I'd been looking forward to the start of our holiday vacation because I've been feeling for a long time now that I need this downtime with my son. I've been so caught up with

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-64012013905985607972010-12-20T21:19:00.009-05:002010-12-21T07:51:25.313-05:00

I started out here this morning by babbling about this aspect of my personality, about my hyper-awareness of my actions (many times to my annoyance), and how that, I think, makes me pretty mindful overall of how I approach everything. It was something that made sense to me since I understand what I'm trying to say, but which is difficult to communicate. And where maybe on another day under

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-26889967493770264602010-12-15T19:32:00.000-05:002010-12-15T20:03:52.038-05:00

I think that my utter lack of writing these last months should have made it abundantly clear that I have very few functioning braincells lately. Between work, school and my personal life, I've had little time (or energy) for anything else. I am fried. FRIED, I tell you!(Aside: there are other, more personal, reasons why I've been avoiding this blog, but I've not wanted to get into it for purely

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-82118340969568201342010-11-29T13:36:00.000-05:002010-11-29T16:52:10.226-05:00

She was dead a good five months before I finally cried for her. The tears, and the heavy, painful sobs that burst out of me, came suddenly and unexpectedly late one night as I lay in bed. One minute I was thinking of her and how I’d felt nothing but numbness since my mother gave me the news; the next, I was bawling, remembering the woman I loved so very much, whom I feel so lost without.She was

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-81259817097228979352010-11-24T00:14:00.005-05:002010-11-25T10:41:43.042-05:00

I don't care for Thanksgiving Day. It's lovely to have a day that's basically officially designated to spend with family over a great meal, but... I've always found it anticlimactic. It's so much build-up, so much anticipation and expectation, and yet I almost always feel bummed. Try as I might to shrug it off and not over-think it, as soon as the holiday looms, melancholy hits.It's hard to feel

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-27894724490007016272010-11-17T22:05:00.005-05:002010-11-18T08:59:04.717-05:00

I'd love to be coy and wonder out loud if there's anyone even reading this anymore, but I'm not too good at faking that kind of thing. My stat tracker shows me plain as day you're all out there still, reading regularly (or reading, period), though what or why, I'm not sure, since I'm basically an absent blogger these days. But, you're there, and I know it, so why pretend?I've got this angsty,

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-24817817595534147162010-11-01T11:16:00.008-04:002011-02-15T21:54:58.342-05:00

As I've chronicled here in sufficient detail, Halloween is a big deal to me. It remains one of my most favorite holidays, as I totally buy into the illusion that for one night (or an entire weekend, depending on your plans), you can be someone else. I mean, as long as I'm in costume, I try to be as in character as possible. In a life where I have to be increasingly focused and organized, I very

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-90525896869669728302010-10-21T22:58:00.001-04:002010-10-21T22:58:00.397-04:00

Ever since I started to live alone with Max, I've thought often of what would happen to him if something happened to me. Like, in the middle of the night.A mother cannot afford to be mortal, at least not while her kids are young.Early on I lost a lot of sleep worrying about what his tiny little self would do if I were hurt late at night and he woke up to find me unresponsive. What would he do?

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-61951297387236846862010-10-16T00:02:00.001-04:002010-10-16T00:51:10.480-04:00

I adore songs by theme. I'll get caught up somewhere in my head, a place where a specific theme is stuck, looping over and over, and I'll play my own musical loop on my iPod, songs that correspond to that theme.One of those themes is the notion of going back to the start, and/or of staying rooted right where you are, waiting. Both concepts are about the same to me. It's unavoidable sometimes to

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-16211260217802552962010-10-05T21:25:00.002-04:002011-01-04T23:10:36.552-05:00

A couple of weeks ago, I let Max (and his cousins) finish off a pan of brownies for breakfast. When I told him the news - "hey, go eat some brownies before your cousins finish it all!" - he looked so stunned that he didn't move for a few seconds. When he realized I meant it, he was off in a flash. A few minutes later, as the four of them crowded over the pan, their fingers grabbing chunks of

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-68045689498584773532010-09-27T21:54:00.006-04:002010-09-27T22:40:23.012-04:00

Oh man. If I could explain how exhausted I feel - and how ridiculously paralyzed that exhaustion makes me feel - I think I'd feel a whole lot better. But that's the problem: I can't even articulate what I'm feeling.I've spent weeks rushing through life. Work is killing me, simply because there's so much going on that I'm caught in an endless swirl of tasks and projects and things I have to be

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-13662105317483318742010-09-22T21:31:00.004-04:002010-09-22T22:56:18.422-04:00

I just got back from a cruise. Jevo and I decided to celebrate our first year together by getting away for a few days. O.k., we actually had like, three, different celebrations, but so what? It's year one! Let us be cheesy about it!The thing about cruises is that relaxation is basically forced upon you, which I have mixed feelings about. This particular cruise, unlike the one I took in January,

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-3060990336096590922010-09-11T00:33:00.005-04:002010-09-11T01:08:54.304-04:00

This has to stop, Five. You’re here and you’ve given me a boy so delightful and maddening that I can’t bear the thought of his growing older. So, stop. Stop, like Auden wrote, all the clocks. Freeze time.Freeze these moments when my boy wraps those skinny arms around me and smacks a hard kiss on my cheek; when he contorts his face and flails his arms as he describes something; when he yells at me

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-46294393408746435312010-09-07T21:08:00.001-04:002010-09-07T23:28:03.555-04:00

I had always figured it was a pretty obvious fact that this blog – no matter how personal and open I am in it – never paints a complete picture of anything I write about, of the situation at hand. I mean, that’s simply impossible. And with that, I’ve assumed that no one would ever read anything here and walk away feeling like they have all the information/details about what I've written about, or

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-82885999116282470822010-09-03T08:44:00.002-04:002010-09-03T09:26:23.691-04:00

There is one more. One that right now - for the last two years, actually - pretty much defines me.This song has been like a slow burn for me. I liked it for months before really learning the lyrics and seeing in them a connection to my feelings about my life and myself. Then there was the way the music itself caused some kind of physical reaction in me, making my heart beat faster and causing

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-24151706144942946542010-08-24T19:04:00.001-04:002010-08-24T19:44:44.717-04:00

There are some songs that I feel define me. And by "define me" I mean, from when I first heard them, I felt like the singer was singing about me. Like, he/she met me and figured me right out and went back to their songwriting lair to pen a song that describes me, the definition of me.These songs are a notch above the very big roster of songs that apply to my life in one way or another, because

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-68826358070594893422010-08-13T03:33:00.003-04:002010-08-13T03:33:00.161-04:00

The night before last, I saw a post on my Facebook wall. It was Carrie, she of Bilingual in the Boonies and Tiki Tiki fame, letting me know that Parenting.com (they of Parenting Magazine fame) has named this blog, this very blog, as one of 50 must-read mom blogs.WHAT?I swear: look right here!I'm totally floored by this recognition because it never crossed my mind that people who put together

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-63038644358237699782010-08-11T18:05:00.001-04:002010-08-12T17:05:01.324-04:00

Max started pre-k yesterday. Considering this is his second year at his school (and not counting his first first day when he was enrolled at the school in January 2009), I didn’t expect the first day of school to be that big a deal. Special, yes. And I was nervous because Max usually has a hard time settling down to serious business after fun times, and it was a toss-up how he was going to handle

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-41025287208944022892010-08-04T17:03:00.004-04:002010-08-04T17:19:27.587-04:00

There is a lot that I could say. “A lot,” actually, sounds like so much of an understatement that I’m chuckling as I write. But we’ll stick with that, “a lot.” The point is, in my real life, there is much that I could say about some specific topics, but I don't. Lately, I've been hit with the realization that I think and think and have it all right there in my brain, but I just don't verbalize

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-61179530930719367422010-08-03T00:15:00.003-04:002010-08-03T17:46:42.627-04:00

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-87095358118181455312010-07-28T03:02:00.001-04:002010-07-28T03:02:00.285-04:00

Well, look at that. It's my birthday.I'm way too exhausted from my "Transformation" series (that's done, by the way) to conjure up anything special about this. It's my birthday, it's all good, yay. Yay, me. I made it another year and it's felt like equal parts loss and gain and tears and laughter. I've covered everything (for now) in the last four posts.So today, today will be good, as all

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-53342390099671080322010-07-24T07:08:00.001-04:002010-07-24T07:08:00.197-04:00

So it should be clear by now that the night that everything changed between Jevo and me, I was overall ambivalent, fresh from an intense effort at putting my marriage somewhere less tangible and pressing, and living with all these rules designed to protect my son and myself. I was o.k. and not o.k., feeling as if I was on the precipice of either something really good, or something really

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-87609702617185610322010-07-18T11:00:00.002-04:002010-07-18T15:30:26.261-04:00

Since this life, part two, of mine began, I've lived by all these standards I set for myself that I believed would correctly guide me through my life as a single mother. Who I was as a woman, whatever her needs and desires were, she had to take a back seat to the mom in me. I felt like I couldn't afford to screw things up for Max's sake, and it seemed like the best option was to be

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-89736107007741375582010-07-14T23:59:00.001-04:002010-07-14T23:59:00.060-04:00

Looking over the months leading to the moment everything changed between Jevo and me, there was this other part, too, the part where I had been trying to move past my marriage and my (ex)husband. That can't be ignored here. Last May (May being a pivotal month for me, and you’ll understand why further down), my marriage was still very much a factor in my life, as this is THE thing I’ve had to

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-64501435460557428742010-07-13T00:00:00.001-04:002010-07-13T00:00:01.167-04:00

We’ve been talking lately about our plans to celebrate year one together. We have two occasions to celebrate, really: the night everything (abruptly) changed between us, and the day we essentially decided to make a go of this. We're planning a couple of special things to commemorate this time when everything changed and a new life began for us. While we recognize there are two distinct dates, it

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-79033252276361665202010-07-03T23:59:00.000-04:002010-07-03T23:59:00.176-04:00

I knew it had to happen eventually. I knew I could not go for years without experiencing a bad crop. And this year, it's a bad crop. And it blows.I knew something was wrong with my beloved mango tree in April. For three seasons now, it's been in April when the mangoes start ripening and falling, so that by May I'm drowning in mangoes and can barely keep up. By late June, the season is usually

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-87377514887462705262010-07-02T05:21:00.002-04:002010-07-02T05:21:00.570-04:00

It's less than a month till my birthday, people! I'm soooo late with this year's wish list, but never fear, for I bring it to you now.(You want to know the funny thing about my birthday wish list? I've never gotten anything on it. I come up with the list and share it, thinking it makes life easy for everyone who loves me who's going to give me a gift, because, I mean, I'm stating point-blank what

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-21868636298530414742010-06-30T19:44:00.003-04:002010-07-01T18:03:11.165-04:00

The news from DC Comics, announcing a new look and storyline for Wonder Woman, is a travesty.First, let me say that the changes made to the storyline don’t bug me; I recognize that they have to do something like this to keep the character and her adventures interesting and relevant. I suppose that the writer in me understands that this is a necessity if she is to stay "alive." I don't know that

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-40496939427809306792010-06-27T11:00:00.002-04:002010-06-27T11:00:04.262-04:00

There's been a very definite, and very remarkable, change in this boy of mine. I've spent the last few months noticing the longer sentences, the more complex thoughts, the increasingly complicated questions, how short his pants and shorts suddenly are, how he’s a little more aware of the world around him. He's grown mentally and physically and is right now looking so much like a boy, a

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-54711100684040006672010-06-22T23:21:00.005-04:002010-06-23T00:55:50.986-04:00

Damn, I almost made it. I've been writing some thoughts out over the last few days and am so close to finishing it. In fact, I've been sitting here this evening, writing, with the goal of wrapping the post up and putting it out there for all the world to see.But then I got distracted by something else, and it quickly became clear that the original post would go unfinished for yet another day, and

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-41105085147727535542010-06-10T01:59:00.010-04:002010-06-10T01:59:00.193-04:00

So can someone please tell me WHAT the appeal of Bethenny Frankel is? I fail to see it.(Actually, who on earth is she?? Was she anything special before her TV show? Or is this yet another completely fabricated "star"?)No, I don’t watch her New York housewives show (though I’m utterly riveted by the New Jersey one, and anyway, wasn't she, um, not a housewife?), so perhaps I’m missing out on

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-34231430508007630702010-06-07T19:44:00.006-04:002010-06-09T00:13:59.548-04:00

I'm telling him - for probably like the 10,000th time - about my temper. I'm explaining that it's bad and ugly and a stigma I can't run far enough from, when he points out that he's never even seen this temper, and does it really exist?He's right: he's never seen the temper, not in any more than brief flare-ups. I've tried like all hell to keep that temper under control, not just around him, but

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-55736576799878695182010-05-30T09:22:00.006-04:002010-06-09T23:05:32.914-04:00

I spent a great afternoon yesterday with two girlfriends that I love very dearly. The three of us became friends as adults - we met at work almost seven years ago - and what moves me about these friendships is how honest they are. We three were hired at the same time and shared a workspace, and we all are close in age and were in similar places in our lives when we met. These factors came

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-23506690975930633822010-05-27T21:04:00.004-04:002010-05-28T08:15:46.708-04:00

1. A supremely unhealthy lunch from McDonald’s.2. The fascinating guy I keep seeing around my workplace who I’m sure would make an excellent drag queen, and who might already be one.3. Max discovering yesterday (albeit at bedtime, when he should’ve been falling asleep) how to burp at will. For a good half-hour last night and an hour this morning, can you guess what I’ve been subjected to? He

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-21225232745479236002010-05-26T00:57:00.000-04:002010-05-26T01:01:09.902-04:00

I've been watching my social life dwindle down to nothing these last two years. Well, early on, in the first months of "the end of life as I knew it," there was that typical phase where my friends were out in full force, determined to take me out and not let me mope around; and I was many times desperate to not be too alone in my house, so I took as many offers as I could. In the first year,

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-48580172788271582302010-05-19T21:50:00.006-04:002010-05-20T12:31:44.453-04:00

Jevo gets home from his baseball game and various other errands around 7:30 p.m. Although I’ve been planning on cooking dinner, I’ve been caught up cleaning and am, by 7:45 p.m., too tired to take dinner on. We have some leftovers from dinner the night before, and we heat them up and plop down in front of the TV to eat and talk.It’s a pretty typical Sunday evening for us (those Sundays I don’t

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-82357035310843191592010-05-12T00:18:00.003-04:002010-05-12T00:47:04.949-04:00

Ah, I've done it again: for your reading pleasure, I've updated my primer by highlighting what I think are the better and/or more important posts of the last year. Go read up or refresh your memory if you'd like!My writing's definitely diminished lately, a thing I can't wholly explain. Life has felt like an absolute whirlwind, and I've been battling an intense case of exhaustion.... but it's also

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-80014989049131202812010-05-09T20:14:00.005-04:002010-05-10T21:41:54.466-04:00

I woke up - as usual on the weekends I have Max - at 6 a.m. today. But given that I've felt so painfully exhausted lately, once I confirmed that he was o.k., busy playing with his trains, I passed back out. I was out - out cold - and I know this because I was awoken an hour later by the sound of very loud... slurping. I pull my eye mask up, crack open an eye, and there's my child at my side of

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-57531808734103376662010-04-29T19:20:00.001-04:002010-05-19T22:24:23.816-04:00

Surely, you've seen the series finale of Golden Girls; because if you haven't, I seriously need to reevaluate our relationship. I mean, this is one of the best TV shows ever.So anyway. It was on this week on WE and I was watching it, for like the 30,000th time. And it was funny in all the places where I've always found it funny; and kinda sad in all the same places. But this time, there was

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-30329930488554335202010-04-22T22:44:00.005-04:002010-04-23T07:55:23.866-04:00

I woke up at 5:30 a.m. today. That seems to be my new wake-up time, as it's the latest I can wake up and get myself and Max ready for work and school and make it out the door on time. I've got a new job (have I even mentioned that? but yeah, I do) where my office is way out east, while Max's school is out west, and my house is in the middle. So I head west, then head east in morning traffic, and.

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-79020752636654931272010-04-15T21:55:00.001-04:002010-05-19T22:24:42.714-04:00

Last month, I found myself writing him an email that was unlike any I'd written him to date. It was basically a list of all the events/things we had to attend/take care of that month, with notes: "3/13: insane day. I have class, then the 3 of us have Thomas the Train, then dinner for (my sister's) b-day. At night: the concert (Max w/mom & dad)."And as I received his response and we got into this

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-49485637672783739582010-04-08T22:39:00.002-04:002010-04-08T23:53:57.760-04:00

This is supposed to be a post about music, but hey, look at that! It's not. I've had these thoughts for days now music, about the way it affects so much of my life, and how I tie so many things to it. I was specifically thinking about the conversations BF and I have about music, and the mix tapes we've made for each other. And then in that train of thought, I found myself thinking about the role

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-89234219644226213042010-04-06T20:15:00.002-04:002010-04-06T22:04:14.034-04:00

Mainly, because I don't. There's a tape somewhere of a 12-year-old me singing with some girlfriends, and another one from that same year, a hideous, hideous tape of me singing Phil Collin's "Another Day in Paradise" over the music (I will die, die, die if that tape ever leaks! Thanks goodness I have it buried somewhere; must remember to destroy it).Naw, seriously. I wrote for a while for the good

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-30050171401788568312010-04-01T18:19:00.003-04:002010-04-01T18:26:26.744-04:00

Aaaaanndddddd..... we're back to regular programming!I wish I could tell you some great, dramatic story to explain why the blog went private for a few days there, but truth is, there's no such story. I had some stuff going on that I felt required shutting the blog off, so to speak, till I spoke to the other party and sorted things out. But that issue in itself was nothing bad; this was more of a

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-18595552021813396272010-03-26T01:18:00.002-04:002010-05-19T22:24:56.781-04:00

Well, that was one wonderful vacation! It's always good to go back to Nola, and having Boyfriend with me made it even more awesome. We had a great time, relaxing (much needed!) and eating our way through the city.We started out with the Taqueria Corona (my g-d, best Mexican ever), and hit NOLA, Commander's Palace, Scarlett O'Hara's (tiny place we stumbled upon that had opened just 3 weeks before)

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-31142191712295720462010-03-17T21:35:00.007-04:002010-05-19T22:25:15.661-04:00

I leave tomorrow on a much-anticipated, much-needed vacation with Boyfriend. We'd discussed this trip - a visit to my beloved New Orleans (his first time) - months ago, and on Christmas Day, he surprised me with the plane tickets. It's impossible to not love a man who does something like that.We've traveled together already, in November to spend Thanksgiving with his dad. This will be our first

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-12497988625817798572010-03-11T22:20:00.003-05:002010-03-11T23:47:25.289-05:00

March is seriously kicking my bum. This is an incredibly busy (and stressful) month for me, where just about every day, something new gets added to the list of events or things to take care of.On top of all the things I've got to stay on top of, March is sapping all my brain power and has at least started a little too emotionally intense than what I was prepared for. I mean that in the deeper way

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-83176716606296779682010-03-04T13:56:00.001-05:002010-03-04T19:39:44.699-05:00

Who's the best Family blogger of all? Me!heeheeheeeSo that contest that local newspaper Sun Sentinel held? Turns out I won in the Family category, so many many many many thanks to all of you who voted. I had some great co-nominees and really appreciate the distinction. (And my peeps at Miami Beach 411 won in the News category! Whoo!)Sadly, I missed the awards ceremony/blogger hobnobbing. It took

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-80003505157040131112010-02-25T10:03:00.003-05:002010-02-25T12:49:48.900-05:00

One of the first things I did when my ex-husband moved out was to get rid of the bedsheets. At the time it struck me as an odd thing to focus on, when so many other important things were going on, but I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't stomach the thought of continuing to use them. I bought two new sets, then took my old ones (my share of all the sheets we had, since even that was split in half),

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-87004196644299643562010-02-18T11:13:00.005-05:002010-02-18T12:20:49.361-05:00

So it turns out that a couple of fine people (Gus @ Miami Beach 411 and Balou @ Searching for Normalcy) nominated me for these blog awards at the Sun Sentinel. I'm nominated under "Family" and "Personal."Quite frankly, you should vote for me (here), because I'm nice and I'm asking nicely. No, seriously, I don't mean to be an asshat about it, but I'm a pretty good writer and I write some really

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-36139259575359706992010-02-16T03:09:00.004-05:002010-05-19T22:25:29.056-04:00

1. Max woke up way early and ran off to the living room to watch some cartoons. A while later, he realized I was still in bed and came into my room and declared, "I'm climbing into bed and snuggling with you!" And he did, curled up right in my arms and proceeded to chat up a storm about a host of random things. It was adorable and sweet, and what touched me most was the level of openness in what

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-27141873884106039612010-02-14T14:30:00.004-05:002010-05-19T22:25:40.729-04:00

I think often about the look in your eyes the first time you kissed me. You had the same look the second time you kissed me, that day a few weeks after the first one, when you knew you wanted to be with me and didn't want to lose any more time. You get that look still, your eyes suddenly serious and intense as your hands cup my face.The thing about that look is that it floors me. I, who am not

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-25022285188724778872010-02-04T01:31:00.001-05:002010-02-04T01:31:00.473-05:00

We fight the way that we do because we're too much alike in our stubborness and sense of being right and sensitivity, each one of us acting strong and tough but really always ready to be devastated by an indifferent tone or mean gesture.He collapses, inevitably, in a heap on the floor. I know that heap well, for I've done the same many times throughout my life. In fact, sometimes, when the fight

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-7433796777272298452010-01-29T00:09:00.001-05:002010-01-29T00:09:13.949-05:00

Writing lately has felt practically unbearable, and arduous. There are practical reasons for this - life these last six months has been very busy and full. At the same time, I sit in front of the computer at night, willing the words to come out, and... nothing.The daily aspects of my life that I used to like writing about have felt very distant because it's been so long since life afforded me the

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-36042206158979972542010-01-21T13:42:00.002-05:002010-01-21T14:40:38.150-05:00

Before I get on to the story of one of the craziest things I've ever seen, I have an important announcement to make: I love cruises. LOVE them. Where have I been all these years? What's my life been, without one or two cruises a year to make it brighter?I went on a 3-day cruise this past weekend, with my BFF (and wow, I really needed some alone time with her! All this stuff came pouring out of me

Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15850314798468099658noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26703290.post-49403178014081763932010-01-17T06:48:00.000-05:002010-01-17T06:48:00.378-05:00

One of the main reasons I started this blog was to chronicle my son's early years. For however many personal reasons I started this, I also wanted to take note of my son's growth and development; I wanted a place to chronicle memories I would one day be able to revisit and relive. I'm so wary of my Swiss-cheese memory that I wanted to get things down as they happened so that I would not forget

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