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Like Mother, Like Daughter

I was getting the girls’ snacks together before school today, and I told each of them that they could choose a small candy from their trick-or-treating stash to throw in along with what I’d already packed. Saoirse took so long to go through what she had that I just moved around her, waiting for her to come up for air. But she didn’t come up for air. I turned around to find her with her head in her bucket. As I watched, she lifted her face up and inhaled a deep breath through her nose. I wish you could have seen the smile on her face. “I love the smell of Halloween!” she said. I turned around so she couldn’t the piece I’d just unwrapped and shoved into my mouth. It’s too bad, because I was going to say that I absolutely couldn’t agree with her more.   &nbsp…

But Don’t Tell My Kids

I bought six huge bags of candy last week. Five of them are intended to satiate the tidal wave of trick-or-treaters that will deluge our neighborhood tonight. That other one, though? Without actually planning it because it just sort of happened and what am I supposed to say, I’m weak?That one was meant for me…

And It’ll Free Your Soul

As I type this, my mental to-do list is running through my head in a constant stream, like those fast-rolling credits that fly past your eyes at the end of syndicated TV shows. There are chocolate-covered pretzels to dip, about 90 of them or so (hahahaSOB), and errands to run, and three Halloween parties to either plan or attend (costumes! gifts! decorations, oh my!) in the next couple of days. There are emails between other homeroom moms that I am sort of keeping track of through my phone. My house is a disaster. The laundry is a disaster. (My hair is still a disaster.) I’m totally in the zone with this book I’m working on (it’s either crap or awesome. In another couple of thousand words I’ll send the first chapters to my agent. It’s taken me months to get to this point, a mere 15,000 words of awesome. Or crap. It could go either way. Months and months of dancing around this new book, and Agent Katie will be able to tell me in an instant if she’s still glad she signed me…