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Powder and Dust

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When I was young, my grandmother, Nanny Casey, had a smooth, round container on her bathroom counter. Living next door to my grandparents, it was convenient for me to stay with them while my parents were working. They watched over me and doted on me. They taught me how to be silly (but not too silly). They let me explore all throughout their house and hide in the upstairs extra rooms and sit on the kitchen counter to eat snacks. In their bathroom, my grandmother had a container of dusting powder. I didn't know it was called dusting powder, nor what it was used for, nor did I ever see my grandmother using it (although I'm sure she did). For my young self, it was something unique that dazzled my senses. It smelled sweet and old, just like Nanny. It had holes that the powder would pour through if you started tilting it. And - my favorite part - there was a big, flat, soft poof that you used to apply the dusting powder to your face. That poof was so soft and floral and ancient. Whe

At The Same Time

In that corner over there, our dog Daisy pooped. It was months ago - the excrement was quickly cleaned up and many other disgusting things have happened in our house since - but in my mind, that will always be the corner where Daisy pooped. It didn't smell very bad. The stench coming out of my kids' diapers was more offensive than the dog poop. But nevertheless, it was still poop. When you have a dog, dealing with poop will become an inevitable part of your daily life. My house often smells like poop and urine and all the smells that dogs and small children can create. We battle dirty diapers and kids who don't want baths and expired milk and gassy babies. Sometimes I'm the one who forgot to put on deodorant or missed the chance for a shower for the third day in a row. Sometimes the two-year-old sneaks into our bed at night and accidentally wets himself. Sometimes the bathroom bears the hallmark of the previous occupant or the damp, forgotten clothes in the washer start