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the Maker, self-portraits

Boy House Rules

One of the Maker’s self-portraits In 2003 my house was insane. Our boys were 7, 5, and 3. Loud, dirty, and broken was the theme in our little suburban casa. One day after some routine parenting repeating something for the eight thousandth time, I realized I was becoming a rulebot. I began to form this […]

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Google poetry

I’m sick of the Facebook tagging stuff, I tell you, sick and perishing. Okay, just one more: this time, I’m typing random stuff into Google and letting it forecast what I am about to say. Lisa is cooking your birthday awesome cooking your birthday happy birthday Lisa no longer attending the metuchen congregation of jehovah’s […]

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Worm babies, maps, and vending machines

Worm babies, maps, and vending machines

Our new worms are faring well, I think, although as the Husband quipped recently, “they don’t talk much.” But we have nonetheless learned quite a bit about them, and we’re here to pass this valuable knowledge on to you. Where worm babies come fromBelieve it or not, actress Isabella Rossellini (remember that freaky David Lynch […]

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Fame and Glory

You might think that because The Husband gigs regularly with a rock and roll band that he has as many admiring fans as a forty-something guy with a groupie wife and three raised-on-rock sons could desire. Yesterday we were walking around the block and he began talking about a book he was going to write. […]

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