The most vulnerable place for a woman is flat on her back, wrapped in an ill-fitting paper gown, feet in stirrups, butt waving in the air. Oh sure, childbirth is maybe a BIT higher on the vulnerability chart, especially with …
It’s January 2nd. I can haz summer now? Please? The holidays are over, we’ve had our chance at a white Christmas, we’ve toasted the new year and critiqued the Rose Parade marching bands. The usefulness of winter is over. …
Oh Staycation, how I love thee. I love thee like an empty bladder and full tank of gas, like exhaustedly snoring children and a snappy Malbec, like a clean house and a clear calendar. I see you far too infrequently, but …
The hardest part of the day is when my brain slowly comes back online in the morning. It’s a slow and laborious process, hindered by the fact that during the boot up process I have to get a kid up and …
It has been years, years, since I wrote a Friday Fragments post. Just seemed appropriate today, given my current state of mind (holey) and body (exhausted). This weather, this January in November shit weather, is not doing much for my mind, …
I was in the car with the boys the other day when… Jingle Bells Jingle Bells Jingle All the W…. STOP!!!!! No Christmas music in early November. Just no. And so, like other important discussions that must be had only …
I’m mellowing in my middle age. Last week I missed a day of NaBloPoMo and it only irked me a tiny bit. No guilt over it, no writing shame spiral, just oops and done. Today I’m thumb-typing this post between …
A few years ago (ok, a LOT of years ago), I wrote a short piece about playing a concert. Go read that, and pretend I wrote it today. Because today I did play a concert. Not orchestra, which is what I …
NOW HEAR THIS: If you are not a married adult in this abode you need to immediately and without further ado depart from your current location and haul your young ass to the upper regions of this facility. Once there …
Back when I was in college I had this massive winter coat. No, really, it was enormous. Cherry red, puffy with down, reached my ankles…and my ankles are pretty far from my shoulders. My friends laughed and called it my …
