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 it enough to figure out why. But since I’ve lately become Camille Paglia’s #1 fangirl, the Ogre forwarded me this half-article (that I can’t access... Read more
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, and okay fine, some broccoli if I insist. I knew I didn’t have the time or energy to make some kind of fabulous dessert this... Read more
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 in words it’s real to me in a way that it wasn’t before, and I feel like I can breathe again. Which is great, because... Read more
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 October. It took me years to realize that the work I have to do will be there no matter how high my stress level gets.... Read more
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 drafting board. I was feeling all so I asked the Patheosi how they overcome writer’s block. Sam Rocha advised me to read Paris Review Interviews,... Read more
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 That same night, I checked my blog email for the first time in about a month, just to see if anyone was feeling so sorry for me being blue that they actually sent me an email. (They weren’t, except GeekLady, because... Read more
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 daddy who was so far away. How would I tell him this news? They couldn’t be right. There was no way, was there? Wait! You’re... Read more
Sienna: “Jack’s mom lets him ride all around the Piazza and to Emerson by himself if he wants even though he lives in Hampton, because she’s the best mom ever.” Me: “Oh, and I’m not the best mom ever, because I don’t let you ride to the Piazza or to Hampton alone?” Sienna: “Well, you’re in between.” Me: “In between what? The best and the worst? So I’m just kind of okay?” Sienna: “You’re kind of okay most of the... Read more
Sorry for not blogging. I’d explain, but that seems like a lot of pointless work. This sums it up pretty well, though: For greater, more interesting detail (with pictures!), go visit Hyperbole and a Half. Catch you on the flip side. Maybe. (See what I did there? I’m being hyperbolic about how depressed I am. To make you laugh. Or something. That was really exhausting and I have to go take a nap now.) Read more
Can I please ask for your prayers for the most wonderful priest in the world, Fr. Robert Maguire? He is a Cistercian at Our Lady of Dallas, and he teaches literature at the University of Dallas. He is the priest who brought me into the Church, convalidated our marriage, and baptized Sienna. He is in the hospital with a serious respiratory illness. He was in the ICU yesterday but is being transitioned out, thank God. He has particularly asked for... Read more
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