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Suzie the Spontaneous

My mom got her ears pierced last week. She’d been talking for years about wanting to get a second set of holes, but was always too afraid of the needle to do it. I get it, of course–if aliens were to observe our planet and witness us voluntarily stabbing ourselves in the body, all because we think it looks cute, they’d probably pick another planet to invade, like, pronto. Humans are nuts. But as someone who has gotten stabbed multiple times in the ear herself, and in the belly, and really thinks that a sharp stick to the nostril could be kind of neat, too, I guess I’m on board with the rest of the wackos. So stab away, oh strange man in a mall kiosk. I want to be pretty.  Anyway, back to my mom. She’s 69. For my entire life, she has been someone who is a perfectionist, particular. She’s someone who likes to know where her life is going to go and to have her bed made every morning. When I was growing up, the house was cleaned top to bottom every week, and then…

Food, Inspiration, and Tears in a Bathtub: Just Your Average Friday Post

I texted myself something the other night, this line: “I will do my best.” I do not normally text myself words of inspiration, mind you, but it was bouncing around in my head, so there it is. I will do my best. Sometimes it’s good to focus on something simple, something pure. A couple of other thoughts: Along those lines, Dave and I went to Ireland with my family ages and eons ago (like, 2004. A whole other DECADE). I remember stumbling down to breakfast one morning (no, I wasn’t hungover. Stumbling is just kind of my thing until that first cup of coffee is coursing its happy path through my veins). I wished the innkeeper a good morning, and she said, quite matter-of factly, “Every morning is a good morning when you can get up and work.” And then she handed me some scrambled eggs. Touché. Quinn and Saoirse volunteered to wash the dishes (!) the other night. I pulled over a stool, helped them put on some rubber dish gloves (they insisted), and tried to ignore the water and grease that went splashing everywhere as they set about scrubbing and…