About Me

Woman, reader, writer, wife, mother of two sons, sister, daughter, aunt, friend, state university professor, historian, Midwesterner by birth but marooned in the South, Chicago Cubs fan, Anglophile, devotee of Bruce Springsteen and the 10th Doctor Who, lover of chocolate and marzipan, registered Democrat, practicing Christian (must practice--can't quite get the hang of it)--and menopausal.
Names have been changed to protect the teenagers. As if.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Dough Boys

I miss the yeasty smell of babies. Snuggled up close, it was as if I were cuddling a freshly baked bread loaf.

Teenaged boys are not warm and doughy. More like the remains of a snow crab dinner that someone forgot to throw away. Rank-smelling. Bits of shell, with jagged edges.

I miss the babies.
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  1. UnknownFebruary 6, 2010 at 2:37 PM

    I am 56 - if I stopped wearing leggings I would have to buy a new wardrobe. Lov'em. On snowy days I even wear them to work with boots and long sweaters. In the summer I wear them with a t-shirt to walk the dog. It is comforting to have them hugging your legs - I like to think they help prevent vericose veins. In fact I think leggings are "green" clothing - very minimal, not a lot of fabric, or energy used to make them - unlike tailored pants.

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