Sunday Morning, by Everymom

Sunday Morning by Everymom   Complacencies of the sweatpants, and late coffee and vomit on a worn sofa, and the flesh-colored freedom of a naked baby upon a rug mingle to dissipate the holy hush of ancient sacrifice. She cries a little, and she feels the dark encroachment of the norovirus, as a calm darkens [Read More...]

I’m Not Dead Yet!

Just in case you were worried: I’m not quite fine, but I have been busy and hanging out with my mother-in-law, my mom, and my sister, who have taken turns visiting us the past few weeks. (Somehow I didn’t manage to get pictures of that.) That’s the Hallmark version. The not-so-made-for-TV version can be summed [Read More...]

Ash Wednesday

  Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the [Read More...]

The Monster

I’m ambivalent toward rap music as a genre. I really like some rap. I like a lot of the lyrics (obviously not the “bitches-n-hoes” type), but aesthetically I find it off-putting. It doesn’t sound like music to me. It’s fun, but it’s not art. Except Eminem. I’ve always really loved Eminem, and I’ve never considered [Read More...]

What Love Looks Like

Earlier today, I popped into Whole Foods to get a few Valentine’s Day things for my husband. Because he’s the polar opposite of me in every way, his idea of a great dinner is the same as his idea of what dinner should be every night, and preferably most lunches: rare steak and sweet potatoes, [Read More...]

Edel!

Okay, there are a thousand things I’ve been dying to blog about, and the pile of half-finished posts in my dashboard is proof of that. But as I’ve said ad nauseum, I process things by writing, and I couldn’t write anything coherent about anything else until I first addressed my complete breakdown. Now that it’s [Read More...]

My Nervous Breakdown Was Totally Lame

As it turns out, having a “nervous breakdown” isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Not that I used to think it would be this great life experience, like childbirth or skydiving, but I did think it would be a teensy bit more dramatic and significantly more beneficial. Like this post I wrote back in [Read More...]

Writer’s Block, in GIFs

At first, I was all Then I had some thoughts, and spent several days writing post after post that vaguely sucked. Every time I tried to fix and finish them, I was like Yeah. I actually got so bored with my own thoughts that I just gave up and left seven nearly-completed posts on the [Read More...]

Live-Tweeting the Genuine Feminine Conference!

The Ogre signed me up for the Genuine Feminine conference this weekend. When he told me, I was all               Then he said, “you need to get out of the house! It’ll make you feel better!” and I was like                   [Read More...]

Friday Night Must-Read

Seriously, read this post. As my mind stopped listening and my heart nearly stopped beating I fought back tears of confusion and anger.   I thought back to the waiver I signed at my doctor’s office refusing genetic testing and requesting not to be given knowledge of any abnormalities or disabilities.  I thought of your [Read More...]


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