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Sunday, September 13, 2015

Pumpkin Bread With Guilt Filling

Tried to ride with Nat. Had to wear long sleeves, because it is so raw and cold. Turned around when he said, urgently in ET style, “Go Home Go Home,” because it was starting to rain (goddammit). When he started to mutter about lunch (it was 10:30) I kinda lost it. Showered, cursing a certain disability. Apologized, and he sat there so still so innocent my heart broke. His profile was a flashback to Baby Nat. I started crying and he pressed his hands over his eyes. Had to stop crying, for his sake. “OK, I said, wanna make Pumpkin Bread?” Most serious baking ever.

It’s damn good. By my second piece, I hardly noticed the bitter edge of guilt mixed in.

posted at 12:29 pm 1 comment

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We fall down. We stand back up.
It’s a mom thing.

— added by Jacquie on Tuesday, September 15, 2015 at 8:04 am