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on fearing and loving: another letter

Dear Elsie,
I’m full of fear for you sometimes.
Not a great first line is it, Elsie Pelsie? Sorry. Mostly I’m all about looking toward our divine future as mother and daughter. But once in a while (okay a lot), I hear radio programs about abducted children and H1N1 and death by Craisins—all which scare the [...]

cockatoo kicks baby’s ass at PJ’s

Dear Elsie,
Last week we did our first ever indoor mother daughter mall walk. (Yes, we did the outdoor mall in California. The breadth of experience I have exposed you to gives pause, eh, Elsie Pants? You’re welcome.) Two complete tours of the indoor mall to be exact. We might have stopped at one except for [...]

day six: we love