Yesterday, I discovered this.
Coincidence? I think not.
From now on, Sept. 1 shall be National Scissors-In-The-Closet Day.
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She Who (Eventually) Blooms
- Blooming Eventually
- Me: mother, wife and writer recently sideswiped by 40. The writer part used to come first, the 40 used to be a 30, and marriage and motherhood were abstract activities I thought I’d try someday. Growing up. If only it was the thrill promised when we were six. I started this blog two years ago to chronicle my quest to publish a book. Who would have dreamed it would actually work? I have two books coming out this year. Far out. Still, this living-and-succeeding thing is experimental theatre, and the question remains—will I bloom, eventually? Or will I ditch the whole writing thing, adopt a xanax habit, abandon my own identity and live the rest of my life vicariously through my children? Hmm, let’s find out.
At least it was your own children: our scissor slapdown happened during a playdate at our house with my first daughter (dad was "on duty"...hmmm). Karmic circle: hair salon play while my second daughter was on a playdate six months ago. My daughter's hair was just shorter, my friend's daughter: cut off all her bangs to the scalp! Now that's a school picture!!
ReplyDeleteThat's what Noodle did! To the scalp. I cried for three days. The phase doesn't seem to be over, either...
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