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Tourists in our own town

Or at least that was the idea when, for a joint Mother’s Day/Michael’s birthday present, we enlisted Grammy and Papa for overnight girl-sitting and booked a room downtown at the W. We’d check in early, wander through the Market, do a little shopping, duck in somewhere for cocktails, languish over dinner at a hot new…

Mommy’s little neologist

I absolutely love the English language: etymology, slang, puns, homonyms — all the quirks and cultural nuance that make ESL students think our Anglo-Saxon forebears were inbred jesters slopped up on mead. So I’m especially enjoying English now as Eliot tries to wrap her chubby fists (and uncooperative tongue) around it. At 28 months, the…

An evening with Charlize and Stuart

There are some swell perks to Michael’s job at IMDb, and but one of them is an inexhaustible supply of all things movie-related: tickets, DVDs, merchandising, what have you. And while we rarely take advantage of the offerings, this year we decided to shoehorn our butts off the couch, wrangle some babysitters and attend the…

Live nude Ballard

Sometimes I get dressed in the bedroom. This is as uneventful as it sounds, unless Michael happens past, in which case he launches himself over the bed to close the blinds that last quarter-inch lest a glimpse of my teacup boobies scorch the retinas of a passerby. Now, our bedroom is on the street side…

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