Pringles & Chardonnay

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Three years ago, on a Friday night after work, my 26 year old self was sitting inside a recording booth in Midtown, New York City. I was recording an audio book, and essentially just listening to myself read for two hours, by myself. Singledom affords many opportunities for “alone time”, and I was making the most of it.

Tonight, or at least, for the next 10 minutes, I prefer mindless solitude, supported by wine and reformed dehydrated potatoes. My husband is on the phone with a fellow academic, my baby girl is asleep, and my time is only punctuated with the occasional snuffle from the baby monitor.

Time is up! Perhaps this blog will experience a real revival now that I’ve broken the silence. Or not. Oh, the suspense that marriage and motherhood brings! Signing off for now, from the insides of my in-law’s 15th century English thatched roof country cottage.

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One Response to Pringles & Chardonnay

  1. kathy says:

    that might be my idea of heaven….. wine & processed food and a few minutes of silence. sigh. :)

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