Category Archives: motherlode

This is what I feed kids who are always hungry

After years of shopping in army quantities, now I need almost nothing. I used to laugh and laugh at what I called movie shopping: a character carrying a grocery bag containing lemons, carrots with the tops still on and always, … Continue reading

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Back-to-back back woes

I’ve wrecked my back, and I’m placing blame for it everywhere but where it belongs: with decisions I make. I’ve yanked and mashed it in the past, to be sure. But this time I can’t seem to lasso it back … Continue reading

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Vacuum of confusion for the men in my life

While cleaning up my garage to move recently, I found a shop vac. It was a big, robust fellow and I wasn’t certain where it had come from. Maybe contractors who did some renos five years back had forgotten it. … Continue reading

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Who Needs A Bed When You Can Have A Hammock?

Now that I am un-moving, I find I have to re-furniture. I told the kids to take what they wanted when they moved out because my new life was going to be downsized and I imagined everything I could possibly … Continue reading

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Hickory Sticks are the last snack you will ever buy

If you have any American friends, you know there’s a steady black market for things requested when you visit. Ketchup chips, Coffee Crisps, Smarties, over-the-counter codeine. In my world, it’s Hickory Sticks. Yes, the lowly little splintered potato bits that … Continue reading

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Teach your kid to stop screaming

Grumpy old woman alert. Since when did it become OK for your kids to scream? I’m pretty sure that, if anything, my hearing is less sharp over the years. But increasingly, I’m inundated with the ear-splitting, spine-mashing screech of children … Continue reading

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When garlic welcomes more than it wards off

So the garlic is back. It’s the whack-a-mole of my yard. Dad had a huge garlic patch — picture the dimensions of a king-size bed — and he used to rotate it around the garden. Where I poke things in … Continue reading

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What you find in loss

The first clue was the toothbrushes. In my bathroom one morning I saw five extra ones, neatly slotted into the holders, making themselves at home. I smiled. Jill is one of my dearest friends, and the past few months have … Continue reading

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I’m only thinking of the children

There’s a reason they tell you to sell your house in the spring. The grass has come in but not the weeds, the gardens are bursting with long-established perennials that haven’t drooped in the August heat and chances are good … Continue reading

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That summer when Motherlode didn’t sell her house

I knew the exact moment I had had enough. I was on my hands and knees beside my house carefully clipping the grass around my air conditioner unit with scissors. With my house on the market, I had an open … Continue reading

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