Every time I reread the last post (no matter which post happens to be last these days) I think: Fuckit in a Bucket, next post I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL HAVE MY SENSE OF HUMOR BACK. I will post Kim Kardashian Peeps (bunny body, duckface made from a an
When my second kid was an infant, I had a nervous breakdown. I look back at the blog entries for that time and it’s not really there. I thought I was revealing myself, and in the posts, the crazy is obviously there, but the gravity of my situation never made
There are moments of silver-lining beauty concerning my Dad’s dementia. Despite the sadness, witnessing it feels heavy and powerful, as if I’m being imparted some dark and secret magic. There is some meaningful purpose to witnessing him as he goes back to the earth, to lose bit by bit, everything
Light Stuff With BlogHer ‘14 looming, I decided to have business cards made up. Minimum order was 100, so damn if I know what I’m going to do with the other 98 of these bastards come next month, but I am enjoying how they turned out: “They’re pretty crass. You
I didn’t see or talk to anyone in my family Thanksgiving day. I couldn’t find it in myself to be the bigger person and call: Hey sorry I hand-grenaded your holiday plans! Let me call and bask in how not-family it was for you. When no one called me, I