I often tell myself that if I had little to no ambition, I’d live a pretty pleasant life. I’d clean and read and complete my errands with a smile. Maybe I’d garden a little, or bake. I wouldn’t have this haunting dream of mine hanging over me like a cloud. This spring, I made—what was [...]
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A few years back, I paid 20 bucks for a psychic in Mystic, Connecticut to tell me who I was in various past lives. She held my hand and spoke rapidly: a Buddhist monk, a war reporter, a Native American warrior princess. As my life progresses further, as I mature and my understanding of the [...]
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SuperWoman has a minor confession to make. She has trouble saying “No!” to her kids. It’s true. Despite her magic powers, she still suffers from this very human problem. For some odd reason, SuperWoman wants her children to be happy. She unhappily ponders their future therapy appointments, in which they pout and complain that their [...]
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June 2009. 17,520 little hours…. “Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have of them.” –Marcel Proust Tweet This Post
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I fight against my inclination to fit myself into one of two rigid, fixed categories. Introvert/Extrovert. Liberal/Conservative. City girl/Country girl. I do it anyway. I believe I’m a City Girl. The thought of being too far from a city fills me with a sense of dread, of floundering. Wide open spaces, while beautiful, would eventually [...]
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Melissa Sher at Mammalingo is hosting a mini-meme called “People who kick a—-,” and she asked me to join. But mostly I’ve been fucking stressed about how to avoid using profanity, like “a-s” in a post. Any ideas? I’ve settled for “butt.” And while I’m talking about butts, let me tell you that contrary to [...]
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My Maladjusted Readers, I am sorry. I’ve been quite remiss in picking our next book. It’s summer, you see, and I have such a stack of books I want to read. As Commodus from Gladiator says, “All my desires are splitting my head to pieces.” He also says, “It vexes me. I’m terribly vexed.” Commodus [...]
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My husband and I recently took a kid-free vacation to Delray Beach, Florida. If you, too, are dreaming of a romantic getaway with your significant other sans sippy cups and baby wipes, here is a guided tour of what to expect. (Warning: There will be no nudity in this post.) 1. Expect your flight to [...]
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She was in a dream. Or was she? She needed ant traps. (It is her never-ending battle.) And paper towels. She really needed paper towels. And to buy a gift for someone’s baby. While she needed only three things, she felt herself pulled by an invisible, powerful force toward the shoe aisle, then the section [...]
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