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Poker Mom, ybonesy’s mom, Margie (hair up in curlers), on poker night, circa 1950s, image © 2010 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.






To my mom, QM’s mom, Liz’s mom, and all the moms out there:






you are the best!


happy mother’s day!






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Word of the Day is Flamingo, doodle © 2007 by ybonesy, all rights reserved
Word of the Day is Flamingo, doodle © 2007 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.


Riding in the car yesterday, me, Em, my best friend. My friend says, “The flamingo festival starts this weekend.”

“FLA-MEN-CO,” Em corrects from the back seat. My friend and I look at each other, burst out laughing.

“Whaaaat? Nanny always says it that way too,” Em says by way of explaining herself.

It’s true. My mom still calls it flamingo dancing. (Somehow seeing the pink, long-legged birds at the zoo reinforced the logic of it all for me as a kid.) And my brother, who plays classical guitar for the local flamenco repertory, still corrects her.

This gets me thinking of all the words I grew up understanding to be one thing when they were actually another. For example, I thought there was such a thing as vanilla envelopes. Were there chocolate ones, too? And all my childhood, I heard the story of how I almost died at the age of 18 months when my croup turned to ammonia.

Em, my best friend, and I end up on the back patio.  My friend and I are drinking a beer. We hear a scratchy call in the distance.

“Was that a pheasant,” my friend asks.

“Yes, it’s out picking potatoes in the field.”


Related to post My Manger Is In The Saloon.

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My nephew Adam turned 18 this week. A couple years ago I took him and his sister with me to Santa Clara, CA for a week-long conference. I also took along Dee and Em. We stayed at what was then a Westin Hotel across from Great America amusement park. Adam and Beak took the girls to rides during the day while I attended workshops on leadership. Then we met each night for dinner.

I asked Adam to teach me all the latest phrases young people say these days. I wanted to be “in the know,” someone my kids might not be too ashamed of someday when things like that matter. Now, two years later, I only remember two terms Adam taught me. “Sketch,” short for sketchy, is someone or some thing that’s suspect or scary looking. The other is “Your mother,” which is a sort of insult where you respond to a legitimate question such as, “What do you guys wanna eat tonight,” with “Your mother.” Except, well, that one turned out a little more crude than I meant.

ANYHOW, and now, speaking of my mother, I called her today to see how she’s doing. She’s 80 and I like to check in on her a few times each week. Unfortunately, she’s feeling a bit green around the gills, which isn’t surprising given she was exposed to the pestilence the girls brought home last week. Em had the vomiting bug while doing a weekend sleepover at Mom’s, and Dee’s been home three days with the croup. Mom, in the mean time, was in bed all day today a headache, diarrhea, and the shivers. “I’ll lose two or three pounds,” she joked when I told her how sorry I was for sending over a viral grandchild.

That’s Mom for you. We even talked about how sometimes you need a good excuse–something like a mild flu–to stay in bed all day and not feel guilty. And now I’m wondering what color guilt might be. If envy and greed and nausea are all green, and passion and rage are red, and meloncholy is blue, and death black, and faith purple, what color is guilt?

Your mother’s guilt.

Not mine.

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