Long time readers may recall approximately two years ago, when Middle sister sent me a peen pepper photo: Pretending not to recognize said pepper’s graphic penis attributes, and Middle’s response, was perhaps the highlight of my ENTIRE FUCKING YEAR. So when Little sent out this text, I couldn’t resist. I
When I called Mom last night, she sounded weirdly calm and instructional. Ya’ll have moms – you know that airline pilot’s voice they put on to soothingly tell you to assume crash position or whatever? That’s how she answered. “Your father’s had a change. Now if I leave, even for
CONVERSATION WITH MY MOTHER LAST NIGHT ME: So I’ve been working this week on a story about angry women. ME: I’m unnerved how even writing about being an angry woman feels dangerous. And then feeling stupid for being so scared. They’re just words in a story. Mom: Being an angry
Just have to drop in to tell you, I was at an event last week — you know the kind, where your kid signs up for some after school activity, and you thoughtlessly agree, thinking, WHAT HARM COULD LEARNING KAZOO POSSIBLY DO? Only to find out a few weeks into
My initial plan for Christmas: Take the kids to D.C. for the Smithsonian, fly home, and swing by my parents’ house for 2-3 days TOPS for the actual holiday, as I explained to Middle HERE, if you want all the footnotes and primary sources. Turns out, none of my kids