the family

The Turner Chin

Thirtysomething female in natural habitat, from unflattering angle One of the ways in which you can pinpoint the source of my DNA is my weak chin/double chin. This thing torments me. It’s particularly annoying when I’m overweight (as I am now and, uh, have more or less always been) because I can feel fat snuggling my neck like a skin turtleneck. Ew, I just grossed myself out. Anyway, this chin has ancient origins, I’m sure,…

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the family travel vacation

And just like that, it’s over

We’ve had a blast up here in the campiest little strip in the mountains. Tomorrow we will resume regular life. My mom really went out of her way to make sure we had a great time, even though she knows I have no money to spend on fun stuff. She’s a keeper. My kiddo — despite being bitten by the whiny bug while we were here — has been a trooper through sickness and schedule…

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holden parenthood

To my little 20-month-old tree-licker

You know who you are: Twenty months on this earth now, barreling toward two years. I haven’t done a proper update in months and for that I am sorry but I am letting it go. Guilt fuels nothing but bad things and my sparse internetting has not kept you from blooming into a beauty to behold and an ox to contend with should you determine you might not be getting your way. You are strong…

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