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This is Why Some People Make Fun of Religion

Quinlan walked into my office the day after Easter, pursing her lips like she does when she senses deep, deep injustice in her presence. “Mom,” she said. Her tone was accusatory. “The jelly beans that were in our Easter baskets were the same ones you had in the pantry.” She wouldn’t break eye contact with me. “Mom,” she repeated. “Why are the jelly beans the same?” The time had come. I gulped–actually made a gulp sound–and half-heartedly tried to cover my (er, the Easter Bunny’s) tracks: “Well, honey, jelly beans are the same all over the world. It’s not like there are a bunch of different versions of, you know…jelly beans. So it makes sense that I’d have the same ones that were in your Easter basket.” She looked at me, then sat down beside me in such a manner that I was pinned between her and the side of the couch. She didn’t say a word for a beat or two. Then: “I know about the bubbles.” “The what…

Makes it Even Better

One of my most favorite things in the world is to tell my mother good news. It’s not the news itself–and by news, I mean an achievement, like a promotion, or great new job–that is the awesome part, it’s Mom’s reaction to the news that gets me every. single. time. It goes a little something like this: You call Mom. Mom answers the phone. You tell Mom the good news. Mom bursts into an immediate, all-out laugh-slash-whoop: Wha-ha-HOO! It’s loud and instinctual and one of the most genuinely happy sounds I have ever heard in my life. Seriously, you have to hear it sometimes. One of the ways I knew she really loved David was when he told her some news one time and got the same reaction. Wha-ha-HOO! It’s one of the best sounds in the world. In the last three weeks, eleven-month-old Cian Xavier has broken his first four teeth. He is crawling around and up and over and into anything he can get his four limbs wedged into: the storage drawer beneath the oven…

And Away We Go

Welcome to Milestone Alley, occupation: five. Where shall we begin? On Friday, I got word from my agent that after approximately two years, ten months, and one day (not that I was counting), I don’t have to revise my novel anymore. Just like that, it’s ready for the next step.  And just like that, I’m working on a new idea.  Because I never liked nighttime TV, sleep before midnight, or empty hampers anyway. Today, my oldest daughter starts kindergarten, and in a sense, the rest of her life. I thought I was ready for this. I am not. Today, my tentative youngest daughter begins preschool, and takes the first step of her life that does not follow her big sister. I have to stand back and watch her go. Today, my husband begins not just a new job, not just a promotion, but a new career. Because it’s never too late. Oh, and Cian? He turned eight months old this weekend, and the very same day, two months ahead of when I expected it, started to crawl. I made lunch, and saw that he’d followed me into the kitchen. He…