I stepped out of the shower, dropped my towel, and caught a glimpse of my body in the mirror. Not a spring chicken anymore but not quite an old bird either. Somewhere in the middle, I guess. The body I saw did have a lot of middle to look at and too many imperfections to count. I’ll try anyway. Continue reading
Do you know what the worst part about raising kids is? The lack of communication.
Okay. It’s probably not the worst part (sleepless nights, lack of a social life, so much poop, and all that damn vomit), but I needed an opening line, so let’s run with it. Continue reading
On Friday, June 13, 2008, the Man and I learned that we lost our first child just before the end of the first trimester of life. Five years later, we are a family of five. We think of our never-born first still and always. For the baby that was and was not, the baby that came and went, the baby that lived and died. This message is for the little love we never got to hold but will never let go of… Continue reading
Recently my best friend decided that all these people that fill up my house and my heart were also stressing me the eff out. I don’t know if it was the daily venting sessions, the frequency with which she heard Soul Asylum’s late nineties hit “Runaway Train” playing at my house, or the sporadic requests to enter into a sexless lesbian marriage with me, but something tipped off my very observant bestie. So she got me my first ever massage! Fifty minutes of tension-releasing calm. At least that’s what it is for normal people. What my darling friend forgot in making this grand plan for me is that I am a crazy person who loses control of herself in new situations. Continue reading
I know this is going to be controversial. I know it’s not a popular stance. I know I am going to tarnish my spotless image with what I am about to divulge here. I can’t keep it to myself anymore, though. The truth has to come out sometime, and it might as well be now. Dear reader… Continue reading