Author Archives: Mrs. Spit

setting the attractions of my good parts aside I have no other charm

Posted on June 24, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

I have faults. I’m, uh… easily mesmerized by people who use multi-syllabled words and, um, men who can discuss Tolstoy. Diane Lockhart, Good Wife.  Maybe you have been somewhere and you observed a couple on a date. You have recognized … Continue reading →

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In the Window (Staring Back at Me)

Posted on June 23, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

A few months ago I drove past the thrift store near my house and my wedding dress was on the mannequin in the window. I suppose this wasn’t a surprise. I had donated it some months previously. I held on … Continue reading →

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Ceterus Paribus

Posted on June 12, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

20 years ago September I was sitting in a very large lecture theatre, learning about the laws of supply and demand. The law of demand says Ceterus Paribus, when price increases we consume less of a thing, but if our … Continue reading →

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Reminders –> Dismiss All

Posted on June 3, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

I replaced my Mac last week. This is a mostly seamless process, with a few things. (The new mac doesn’t have an ethernet port. That was a startling realization at the office, where we are completely wired!) Outlook spent most … Continue reading →

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Do Not Say We Have Failed

Posted on June 1, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

I am “home”, which is Prince George. I am here for one of the nieces’ graduation. This means that at 8 am this morning, my ex husband picked me up. He came in the house, carried my bags. He asked … Continue reading →

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Still Hanging Mary

Posted on May 24, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

I wrote about the friend-ish and how he says I am driven and determined and how he doesn’t get it. If I’m honest, he’s scared of me. I suspect. I can’t quite understand why anyone would be scared of me. … Continue reading →

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Half Hanged Mary

Posted on May 23, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

A friend-ish frequently comments that I am driven and determined. He simply does not get it. I am neither. I live with almost no fear. It is simple and profound. The sort of thing that cuts beyond the quick and … Continue reading →

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I should learn this

Posted on May 18, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

In certain circles, possibly after a few drinks, I’ll tell you the story of the call I took with a very, very senior executive. The call lasted for half an hour. I took it completely nude, standing in the bathroom, … Continue reading →

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Public and Private

Posted on May 15, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

For the most part, you build a sort of scar tissue. On Monday morning, you exhale. Mother’s day is not for me. The only thing Mother’s day does for broken children,  for the bereaved mother and the barren woman is … Continue reading →

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It isn’t Me

Posted on May 11, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

Patently the virtue of a day’s grace in editing is that you can find your errors quickly. I use this trick when writing papers. It is not a surprise that I find them on my blog. I would look at … Continue reading →

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