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I hate that I missed last week’s newsletter. It was Thanksgiving and the girls had two days off. I’m not using it as an excuse, but when I say I lost two days, I don’t mean it figurately.
That’s something I wish

Another weekend, another fight at the Please Touch Museum. I swear, every fight happens there. My marriage will end, the divorce papers served, in the germ-infested halls of that place.
Ellie was having a meltdown. Her usual new tantrum thing. Jay was doing his usual thing – “I got

Things have gotten better, and somehow worse, in the Mandy/Martin household. After the virus, then pink eye, there was a brief stint of relief. The girls went back to daycare. I did a podcast, went to Ikea, ate meatballs in the cafeteria across from an older woman also eating

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The fight with my parents has seemingly resolved itself, yet the past week I’ve been waking at 3 a.m. in what I believe are panic attacks.
This is new for me. I don’t really panic. I get sad. I cry. But I don’t

Today is my second daughter’s first birthday. When I dropped her off at daycare this morning the teachers had a sign and balloons and started singing Happy Birthday. Then Ms. Nadiyah came over to me and said, “Can you believe it! She’s one!”
When

The thing no writer will say is their agent probably hasn’t called in six months. That they speak to their agent twice, maybe once, a year. That in reality, they’re terrified of their agent.