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Mr. Pants’ Guide to Fancy Cooking ©, part 2

Oatmeal is truly the Aránzazu Isabel María “Arantxa” Sánchez Vicario of breakfast foods. Not flashy, consistent, an everyday go-to sure thing. OK, mostly I just enjoy saying Arantxa Sánchez Vicario. So how do you spice things up? No problema. Make Mr. Pants’ Oatmeal Fiesta ©. It’s … Continue reading

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owl be home for christmas

We’re loading the car in the deep, dark Pacific Northwest.  It’s a little before 4 a.m. Not a creature is stirring. And then Mo spots a creature that is not stirring. It’s sitting on the roof across from us. And … Continue reading

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it’s likely just a misdemeanor

dear kate: In my defense, they should never leave Sharpies just lying around in places that sell caffeine. Irresponsible. We were in Macy’s yesterday when Mo said “I need a pen.” Which means basically, “I’m breathing, so I need to … Continue reading

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the quotable mo sheppo, part 22

“Do you want to take something for dinner? I have some stuff you won’t like!” This is why I love her so. It’s also why I’m often hungry.

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it’s pronounced Kiye-bab, dammit

“Where do you want to go?” I ask Mo. “Flag,” she says. And so we do. We arrive in Flag. “Where do you want to go?” I ask. “South Kaibab,” she says. And that’s how we ended up at the … Continue reading

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i don’t even know where Algiers is

What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks disappearing? It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture … Continue reading

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come on home

i walk into the living room. mo is watching some show on michael murphey. she asks if that’s MY michael murphey. sorta, i say. he wasn’t really mine after he left austin. and dear god never make me hear wildfire … Continue reading

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