Monthly Archives: August, 2013

I miss weather.

  I am a fairly weather-obsessed person. I love weather. I am obsessive about weather.com. One of my most treasured gifts from Dave is this super awesome thermometer. At school, I was the go-to weather person. I made money off of my correct predictions of the weather. And then I came back here. There is …

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Day 366.

The title of the blog was never accurate. We stayed in Cleveland closer to 400 days, but it didn’t have the right cadence. So I chose 365daysofkatzs because it had a cute ring to it. But, whatever the number count is or was, we’ve surpassed it. And we’re back home. It’s interesting to wonder, in …

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Two.

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” AA Milne, Winnie the Pooh I’m probably avoiding your call. For real. Not proud of it. Just don’t know how to keep saying goodbye to this remarkable year.

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Six.

There has been a fair amount written about a parent’s life as their children are off at sleep away camp. I think we’re called the “refresh” generation. We sit in front of our computer, hitting refresh on the camp website in the hopes of catching a glimpse of our child to reassure ourselves that s/he …

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Seven.

I would have missed Phillip Phillips serenading me (and several thousand of my closest friends) if it weren’t for a mildly corrupt parking attendant named John. With one week left until we get on a plane, Shoshana — my oldest friend in Cleveland (the one I’ve known the longest not a senior citizen) — and …

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