This is my second time being adjacent to a mass shooting, it feels oddly familiar. The first was in Paris at the Bataclan in 2015, I was visiting at the time and out for a birthday dinner with Nina while it happened. We left our phones at the Airbnb. Like then, I hesitate to make […]
It’s not exactly rabbit like. The eyes are too close together, the ears are too far apart, the eyebrows too developed, but I like it. It’s a rabbit-cat-dog thing and while I worked on it I didn’t feel crushed by the events of the last 48 hours.
It’s 1AM and I’m sitting in the dark, reeling. I’m distraught, angry, disbelieving, suspicious, disappointed … I am all things confused and frightened. I cannot be reasoned with. I feel deeply betrayed by America. I cannot imagine what it will look like with that monster in charge, with all branches of the government controlled by […]
Boobies and cat belly are my two favorite things to rub my face in and believe me, I got a lot of booby action at Halloween. I loves them.
Bartleby is ridiculously attached to me having spent the entire day doing errands and sitting on my lap. I busted out the baby sling and he’s pleased as punch to hang out in it all day.
Spring Break (aka more work for me) is over, Loony is back out of town and the kids are in school. How do I feel? Remember how I was all boo-hoo when Loony was gone? It took exactly 20 minutes to stop missing him and wishing he would go away. Why 20 minutes? That’s how […]
Yesterday wasn’t a good day. I had an interaction unlike anything I’ve ever experienced and not in a good way. I’m not going to elaborate except that I think understand what provoked it as well as the cultural and political differences that fueled the misunderstanding. The attacks on my blog, my humor, implications about my lifestyle (which […]
Last year I threw a fundraiser for my kids’ PTA and it went really well but it was pretty much the most stressful thing ever. Maybe not ever, because let’s be real, it’s only a party. It’s not like I’m trying to escape Syria with my small children in the midst of horrendous violence and […]
Lately I’ve been dreaming about babies, but not the usual anxiety laden variety I am more accustomed to, but achingly sweet ones. In them I have a small child, sometimes a boy and sometimes a girl, one that nurses frequently but is precociously verbal. I am suffused with the warmth and almost chemical love that comes […]
If things work out for me, that’s great. If they don’t, I’ll figure something else out. I’m going to try to not spend one more ounce of energy on emotions that don’t serve me, such as stressing over things I have no control over.