Wednesday, September 4, 2013


Stepping in and out of what was, until very recently, my life is profoundly disorienting.
In the afternoons, I still get the kids from school, and we do fun things, and I make dinner and read to them and then put them to bed. Normal . . . but Not Normal.
No one warns you that it is the dog who will most break your heart with his joy on seeing you again after an absence from the family house.

In other news, Winton insists that his nipples are called "Pimples," while Clara's are "Boobs."

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