Author Archives: Mrs. Spit

The Lessons of 20-Year-Olds

Posted on April 2, 2020 by Mrs. Spit

Because I’m worried about my job (I think I’m going to be laid off in the next 2-4 weeks), the general state of the world, an uncle in congestive heart failure and a nephew who is dying, and I will … Continue reading →

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The Downside of Up

Posted on March 31, 2020 by Mrs. Spit

I have been trying to stick to a routine in these days of social distancing. I have been trying to get up at about the same time, go to bed at the same time, get dressed, put on makeup, walk … Continue reading →

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Sit Rep

Posted on March 26, 2020 by Mrs. Spit

This morning I asked my niece in law if she could, in her “spare time”, please get a hold of one of Andy’s doctors to get a letter indicating that Andy was going to be dying soon. You see, the … Continue reading →

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Burn the Boats

Posted on March 21, 2020 by Mrs. Spit

Somewhere between the tension of being deeply practical and sensible and being, well, somewhat fierce, I . . . It wasn’t that I hadn’t realized I’d fallen in love with this guy. I’m dumb, but I’m not that dumb. I’m … Continue reading →

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Mind // Body Dualism

Posted on March 13, 2020 by Mrs. Spit

In the third year of my undergrad degree, I took a philosophy course which was mostly on epistemology (how we know what we know). We spent rather a lot of time on Mind // Body dualism. The thought experiment goes … Continue reading →

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All the Things

Posted on March 2, 2020 by Mrs. Spit

This week I have a grant application due, I have a paper due, I have a class, I have several tricky meetings, I have to drive back to Billings for a few days (Andy is failing. Oh, his body is … Continue reading →

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Dreams Change

Posted on February 24, 2020 by Mrs. Spit

In my early thirties, as my body lost baby after baby, dreaming I was pregnant broke me. In my mid-thirties, after I decided I wanted off the ‘try and get pregnant/stay pregnant/lose another pregnancy’ rollercoaster, pregnancy dreams became less frequent. … Continue reading →

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Three Views

Posted on January 24, 2020 by Mrs. Spit

On Wednesday my nephew began to exhibit signs of a stroke. Decreased mobility on his right side, inability to remember things. I’ve been thinking about what I looked like that day and trying to reconcile. You see, if you were … Continue reading →

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As Old as my Little Finger

Posted on January 15, 2020 by Mrs. Spit

As my mother was dying, the tissue and transplant team came to me, asking what they might be able to use of hers. My mother was a thrifty woman, as am I, so I was happy to have this conversation. … Continue reading →

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Cutting the Thin Strand – 3 Years On

Posted on January 8, 2020 by Mrs. Spit

Three years ago today I posted that Owen and I were separating. We filled out the divorce paperwork last week. At some point, pending administrative failure, my divorce decree will arrive in the mail. I find myself . . . … Continue reading →

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