I think I’ve been doing a bad job of reading the Internet because beloved Facebook friends have begun to send me links. It’s actually better this way. Makes me less desperate as I scroll through twitter. Means I might even pick up a book here and there. Want me to bash at something? Tweet or FB message me. I’ll get to Katie Couric tomorrow. Today I want to remind everyone of something. Remember how I said that modern day Feminism,... Read more
Survived the endocrinologist. Wasn’t poked in the throat with a needle, thank all the heavenly hosts of heaven. Looks like I’m in for some watching and waiting. Thyroid, heal thyself, is the hope of all, Me especially. To put everything in perspective I afflicted myself by finally watching the Martian. Matt has been on my case to watch this movie for what feels like a century. He, you see, likes watching movies and this is the kind of movie in... Read more
Good Moaning. I’m off to take the children to the dentist and then later I myself get to go to the endocrinologist where I expect they will stab me in the throat with a needle or something. I’m sure it’s going to be fantastic. While I’m doing that you can listen to this week’s podcast (if you want, don’t do it if you don’t want to, don’t blame me, I’m just trying to be helpful) in which we chatter about... Read more
I have a bunch of jumbled confessions to make, being that it’s Sunday and that’s a good day to admit to the reality of the soul. I really love the Bible, of course I do, but I dread, with a deep abiding dread, getting to the Passion Narratives. They, like the dark moments of David’s reign, and the downfall of Samson, and the heartbreak of Achan, and the unfathomable terror of the Levite’s Concubine, make it hard for me to... Read more
I didn’t do much reading this week, and only a tiny bit of work around the house–like, I put in a load of laundry at some point or something–and basically failed to maintain those standards of “self care” about which I have been raving for a whole week. But I have been making the children do their school. And, better yet, we returned to the Token Economy to speed up their labors around the house. For those of you who... Read more
One I didn’t mean to go on a tear about Self Care for a whole week. I’ve been irritated about this word for a decade, or whenever it was I first heard it. I probably have a hundred more things to say about it–like the fact that it allows people to be vaguely condescending and preachy. Maybe it stems from that first time I was in the hospital for the birth of my first child, where I felt, incomprehensibly, that... Read more
In the wake of my rant about self care, my attention was drawn to this gem. Turns out that in some, hopefully small, segments of American life, Radical Self Care is a thing. Let me just indulge in a line or two. The author, Laura Markham, starts with a series of questions. “Want to feel as playful and vibrant as your children? Want to feel an abundance of energy? Want to experience greater clarity in all you do?” Who wouldn’t... Read more
Today I am going to indulge myself in a Lamentation, ignited, once again, by the ridiculous speed of modern life and discourse. There I was, last night, patiently still wrapping my mind around the immigrant thingamabob, when suddenly the whole internet world moved on to talk about the Supreme Court nominee. Apparently, everyone knew the subject was going to change but me, because I haven’t had my ear glued to the radio and TV. I only glance at Twitter at... Read more
Still not touching the immigration shouting with a ten foot pole. Better minds than mine have written all you want to hear. Instead, prepare yourself for a primal and devastating scream…ready? I HATE THE RIDICULOUS COMPOUND WORD ‘SELF-CARE.’ Phew. I feel better. You’ve been so patient. But, for real, I desperately hate the word ‘self-care.’ I think it, more than anything, illustrates the topsy turvy character of modern western culture. Whereas before, say for several thousand years, people got up,... Read more
The sun is trying to bash its way through a heavy layer of clouds, so in celebration we thought we’d do up a little podcast, actually a little longer than usual, in which we review the Women’s March last week and vow not to freak out about everything that comes across our Facebook feeds. My voice feels like it’s being swallowed up by a cloud of something or other, but don’t let that stop you from listening. And now on... Read more
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