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Oh, I’ve Been Nuts, But How Are You?

It’s about time I dusted this thing off. I’ve wanted to start writing again for months, because it’s my therapy, but thinking about it caused an up-swell of the anxiety that choked off the words to begin with. I need to write to be less anxious, but thinking about writing gives me anxiety. Which I could…

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Is This Thing On??

So I had a blog, once. Or I have one. I’m not really sure which. The last time I KNOW I had a blog was 2015 when I rambled on about Charles Ingalls, pie, and existential crises. Then I got so far inside my own head that the words got stuck, and I ignored it…

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Miss Nelson is Missing and She Has My Brain

Being a Mom is hard. There is so much stuff to remember, especially once they get into school. Special schedules, library days, and reading logs. Lunch. And I have never been much of a list maker. I used to make lists, but found that I’d just walk off without them, kind of defeating the purpose…

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I Bet You Aren’t Gwyneth Paltrow in the Morning, Either.

I can’t stand it. Everywhere I go lately I see morning routine lists. Have you seen them? Cheerful photos, bullet lists and must-dos, snuggle time, gym time, and fresh smoothie recipes made from steamed baby spinach and organic fruits (guaranteed to be watered daily by the purified and desalinated tears of angels). (The smug part…

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A Lesson in Equality from a Dirty Whore

My hearing tests as perfect. Hy husband disputes those findings, but it’s been consistent over a decade. My hearing is perfect. Last night I was messing around with my new-to-me dishwasher, while my son played in the living room. I could hear him talking and singing as he made Mario commit suicide, just for the…

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