Mark does not remember things the way I do.
I don’t mean that we disagree about shared memories.
I mean that he just doesn’t seem to have that many powerful memories of his childhood.
Is that how it is if your childhood was normal and happy?
I’ll give you an example. Every once in …Memory’s depth
Mark is sitting here, reading one of the comments from yesterday’s post, snorting happily at the image of my mother as Betty White.
My mom is so not Betty White.
And Mark is a teeny bit grudge-holding where my mother is concerned. He loves my mom, but he does not forget shit. He is …Dude Love
The in-laws have been here since Friday night.
The entire weekend has been spent attending to soap-box derby racing. I have mentioned before that the girls race soap-box cars, right?
If you don’t know what soap-box derby racing is, check it out here.
Maj and Kallan love it. Mark loves it.
I find it …F-U . . . what?
When I am about a thousand pounds into the pregnancy that will bring us Kallan, I decide that we need to get her room ready for her.
I pick out the paint . . . a shiny bright Granny Smith apple green. If you are thinking that sounds just dreadful? Then you would be …Nesting
A long time ago, in a psychology class, I remember learning about a therapeutic technique called “mirroring.” If I remember correctly, the goal of mirroring is to listen carefully, pull the moist salient bits of information from a speaker’s words, and then “reflect them back” at the speaker. This reflection or mirroring is supposed …Eyeseeme