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Alexandra Vaillancourt

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The Dad I Didn’t Know

Dateline Boston — My future father-in-law died a couple of weeks ago. I cried like a baby at his funeral, yet I never even met the man. “Dad” had Alzheimer’s for the last 10 years of his life. His wife, “Mom,” told me he was a wanderer. He used to go out walking in the neighborhood, not knowing where he was.

Circus Review

Dateline Boston — The circus is in town! I went with my preschool, as I’ve done for the past fifteen years. We always get good seats. This year was no different. I sat to the left of the performers’ entrance so I could see when everyone came out.

Through the Eyes of a Child

Dateline Boston — Last week I spent the afternoon with one of my preschool boys, a five-year-old named Liam. Liam’s family doesn’t take the subway very often, so I thought it would be fun to take him on a train ride to get ice cream. My plan was that we’d take not just one, but two trains – the green line trolley that starts above ground but then goes underground, and then the red line subway that mostly goes underground.

Wedding Haiku

Dateline Boston — My wedding is in two and a half months. My mind is buzzing with all the stuff we need to do to get ready—it’s almost crunch time.

Cat Envy

Dateline Boston — I want a cat. No, wait. I want a kitten. If I’m going to go down the path of pet ownership again, I’m going to start with a cute little ball of fluff.

Makeup Mayhem

Dateline Boston — Yesterday I went to a makeup store with my friend Barb for a trial run of my wedding look. Barb said to me, “We’ll let a professional do it, then buy the stuff and I’ll recreate it.” Sounded good to me.

Gone, but not Forgotten

Dateline Boston — I’ve been thinking about death lately. This week marked 22 years since my mom died. I’ve now known her longer in death than in life. Surreal. Alcoholism sucks.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow – Part 2

Dateline Boston — I couldn’t take it anymore; my hairstyle just wasn’t working. More times than not, I’d look in the mirror and stick my tongue out. Not a good sign. I started obsessing about platinum blond pixie cuts.

Dinner for Two, by Four

Dateline Boston — It took four people to make dinner last night. A couple of days ago, S.O. announced he wanted to add some variety to our meals—he came home with a pork tenderloin. I looked at it in our fridge, sitting in the packaging. It looked disgusting. I am a tried and true meat lover, but detest the task of preparing it.

Random Thoughts

Dateline Boston — How is it that I’ve completely missed the beginning shows of American Idol this season?