Author Archives: Mrs. Spit

Coda

Posted on July 8, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

The day Owen moved out, I came home from helping him move and Coda was sitting on the newel post, meowing at me. I told him it was just us now. I had to keep going because he still needed … Continue reading →

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Piano Lessons

Posted on July 5, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

I had a classmate who was really good at math. It came easily to her, like breathing. Math was . . . incomprehensible to me. I’ve learned since it isn’t that it’s incomprehensible, it’s just hard. I pass math by … Continue reading →

Posted in Learning Life, Uncategorized | 1 Comment

As Often as it Takes

Posted on June 5, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

Way back when I was in boarding school, we used to joke that God sometimes used a 50 pound hammer to get our attention. We thought perhaps wisdom was when God didn’t have to use a hammer at all. I … Continue reading →

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The Battle and The War

Posted on May 24, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

I gave up. I gave up on the battle and maybe the war. I’m not sure about the war. I looked at my boss and I told him I was done. I give up. I’m exhausted. I have no more … Continue reading →

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What does a Mother Look Like

Posted on May 10, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

Thus far, a flower store I often use sent me a reminder about flowers. West Jet told me what my mother most wanted was a trip (I’d say she took her final and perpetual vacation in December of 2014, but … Continue reading →

Posted in Baby Loss | 3 Comments

Need Help

Posted on May 2, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

When I wrote about the break in, I told all of you that I would order a replacement bracelet for Gabe. Except I can’t. the website still exists, but repeated inquiries and requests have gone unanswered. So I did a … Continue reading →

Posted in Baby Loss | 4 Comments

Fell In Love, Walked Away

Posted on April 30, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

I don’t know what your superpower is. Mine is getting in the longest line and finding bookstores. I find bookstores . . . everywhere. I walk down the street in not my hometown and I look in windows and hey, … Continue reading →

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Carry you With Me

Posted on April 11, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

I tell people that politics is a family sport. My grandfather, my mother, me. I apparently (I don’t remember this) door knocked in my first election when I was 5. I don’t remember the first one, but I remember many … Continue reading →

Posted in Baby Loss, Gabriel | 5 Comments

Winners and Losers

Posted on March 25, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

One of my colleagues asked me if I won. Can I tell you the truth? A long time ago, a younger version of me stood in front of God and her friends and her family and promised until death do … Continue reading →

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The Extra Voice in My Head

Posted on March 18, 2019 by Mrs. Spit

In November, when I last saw him, my neurologist pointed out that I have had MS for 5 years now and not running anymore, well, that’s kinda what happens. He sorta shrugged and said “yeah, sorry Kiddo. That happens with … Continue reading →

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