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Mamacita says: This is my favorite Picasso*, and it hangs in the foyer of my home. I’ve loved it for many years; a copy hung in the men’s side of my college dorm, (I still love you, Willkie Co-op!) and … Continue reading
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Mamacita says: I had a lot of expectations and I made a lot of plans. Then I had kids. There’s nothing like having children to knock most of our lofty expectations and plans into a cocked hat. Other people’s children … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I posted this in 2006, but I’ve been thinking about this same thing all day so here it is again. My blog, my rules. What up, dawggggg? I admit it: too much Scrubs. Here’s the post: Is anyone … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Sunday is Independence Day! And, if you do not believe in that, then, Sunday is the Fourth of July. Deny it if you will, but you will be wrong. You have a fourth of July. Everybody has a … Continue reading
Mamacita says: “Why not go out on a limb? Isn’t that where the fruit is?” –Frank Scully I’ve always liked that quotation. I also believe it is absolutely true. I think about it whenever I’m feeling particularly cowardly. It helps … Continue reading
Mamacita says: My father died several years ago: a long, slow, drawn-out process that left my mother and my siblings and me drained and sad, and grateful when the final ending finally ended. I loved my father, with all … Continue reading