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savagemama: Short for solidarity

By Jennifer Savage

A few weeks ago after Lucille chopped off all of her hair I took her to a professional to smooth out the rough edges. This woman did an amazing job of talking me off my ledge and making Lucille’s haircut look purposeful. On our way out the door of the salon I made an appointment with the only man who works there. The woman who had so skillfully trimmed Lucille’s hair only worked on kids, it seems, so I scheduled a haircut for myself with Mario.

No one likes to feels different, no one likes to feel alone and I’d been worried that my little three-year-old was feeling both. I wanted to do something that said you’re not on your own on this one. I wanted her to know I had her back. So I decided to cut my hair off too.

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Posted in Stories, savagemama on Thursday, February 16th, 2012 | 8 Comments »

savagemama: Pixied

By Jennifer Savage

Photo lovingly taken by Sarah Millar

One evening last week I was sitting at our family desk trying to figure out why Firefox had rendered my Mac hopelessly inept. Nothing seemed to be working as it should. I opened help windows, Googled the equivalent of “what the %@!” and lamented out loud that the whole reason I buy Macs is so I don’t have to deal with stupid things like this. I was more than a little frustrated when I heard Lucille calling for me from the bathroom.

“Mama?” she said.

“Wait just a minute,” I said.

A few minutes passed. “Mama?” she said again.

“In a minute!” I said.

Eliza, having gotten tired, I think, of her sister’s pleading and my roundly putting her off, opened the bathroom door to see what was going on.

“Mom! Lucille trimmed her hair!” Eliza said.

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Posted in savagemama on Thursday, February 2nd, 2012 | 24 Comments »

savagemama: What the frost?

By Jennifer Savage


It usually takes until the end of January for the Montana winter to freeze my Southern soul. And, well, here we are. This is usually when I start threatening to move, to fly south for the rest of the winter. I start thinking it must be nice in New Mexico this time of year and I tell Seth, over and over again, that’s where I’m headed.

We saw an old friend this weekend who now lives in Texas.
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Posted in Stories, savagemama on Thursday, January 26th, 2012 | 4 Comments »

savagemama: I’d rather be working…

By Jennifer Savage

I saw a cartoon in the New Yorker this week that made me laugh. It was a of a woman driver, clearly frazzled, with three kids in car seats behind her. The bumper sticker on her minivan said, “I’d rather be working.”

I have been that mother in the car with two kids in car seats gripping the steering wheel, doing deep breathing exercises just trying to get to somewhere. I get it, I thought. Yes, there are days I’d rather be answering emails, coming up with tag lines for ads, writing a communication plan — the “work” I’ve done for years. But as I stood there reading the cartoon again, I thought, hey, wait a second. If that woman is taking care of three kids who are young enough to still be in car seats, no one is working harder than she is.

It is the New Yorker, after all, who knows, that irony may be the whole point of the cartoon because that magazine is nothing if not ironic. But that cartoon got me thinking.
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Posted in Stories, savagemama on Thursday, July 1st, 2010 | 7 Comments »

savagemama: me, my dad and the 1040

By Jennifer Savage

As tulips start peaking through the dirt and the hills green up it’s time for a little father-daughter bonding in my world. It happens this time every year. My dad and I start calling each other in January to talk possibilities. By March these phone calls have become more frequent with details of research, news stories and changes we’ve heard about. By early April, with the big day a mere two weeks away, I’ll surly call him to ask yet another question. It’s tax season and my dad is a numbers man. Our conversation always goes a little something like this:

“Yo, Russ,” I’ll say when he answers the phone.

“Gebe!” It’s a name he’s called me since I can remember.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, I’ve just got a column of numbers,” he’ll say from his house in South Carolina.

“Got a question. How do I count the mortgage interest for our house in Arlee?”

“You can’t count it on the Schedule E and then itemize it. Do it all on the Schedule E. Keep the rental separate.”
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Posted in Stories, savagemama on Thursday, March 25th, 2010 | 4 Comments »

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