Sometimes I feel like the Madame Tootsie Bagel blog tends to get a bit overconfessional, particularly about my past misdeeds and foibles. (By the way – point of procedure – it’s pronounced “Madame” as in the way British shopkeepers or Judge Judy say Madame, not as in the French manner.) I do disclose my past… Continue reading Flytipping
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Swing Dancing
I think it’s time to bring Anger Month to its close. It was good to marinate for a while in my petulant and peevish thoughts, but no more. Lately I still feel like an emotional rollercoaster anyway. I can be out with Max picking up dinner, sitting in the car talking and laughing and having… Continue reading Swing Dancing
Pet Peeves
As we continue to celebrate “Anger Month” here at the Madame Tootsie Bagel blog, with all its attendant (non-existent) festivities, rites, rituals, honors, and privileges, let us take a few moments to reflect on just a few of the many petty and trivial things I find irksome:
Freecycling
Yesterday when Polly the Beagle and I were out for our morning walk, I saw that a neighbor was freecycling a little blue chair for a child. For a moment or two I thought something like “Good back support, nice deep tush, and armrests. Sarah could do well sitting up in that.” Which was silly… Continue reading Freecycling
Guideposts
Destiny is all, or so Uhtred from The Last Kingdom would have us believe. I’m not sure I agree, but when I look at the eighteen months, roughly, leading up to Sarah’s death, I see a series of guideposts. There was me getting back in touch with my law school boyfriend, who had lost a… Continue reading Guideposts
Stupid Fools
As my readers have probably come to figure out, May has devolved into Anger Month at the Madame Tootsie Bagel Blog, I’m just cheesed off about a whole host of stuff. The Grief Group, about which you’ve probably heard too much. The fact that The Wall Street Journal teased me with an article about six… Continue reading Stupid Fools
Bee In My Bonnet
There’s a bunch of local news stories this morning about the arraignment of the parents of a teenager who died in their home last May, almost a year ago. Apparently the kid was found emaciated and unresponsive by the Rescue Squad and died a few minutes later at age 17. The child had serious and… Continue reading Bee In My Bonnet
Writing Bug
Sarah loved to write stories (and read them) on a website called Tar Heel Shared Reader that supported AAC access and offered eye gaze interface with her speech device for writing. She wrote about two or three dozen books on there with help from her tutor. She also wrote books on Google Slides with her… Continue reading Writing Bug
Person First
I think I’ve officially reached the “Anger” stage of grief. A few months ago I didn’t even seem to know what the whole anger gig during grief was all about, but now — hoo boy — I am spitting nails and taking no prisoners. This business with the Grief Group has really bothered me and… Continue reading Person First
Touching Base
I really haven’t had a lot of time lately to feed my TV addiction. Between Dad’s visit and the fact that I’m working on a major piece of writing for work, I’ve barely squeezed in an episode or two of The Americans. In one scene I did watch last night, Gabriel, the “handler” of the… Continue reading Touching Base
The First Year Without Sarah 