I don’t like to write about politics because I’m not good at it. I don’t know enough, I hate citing sources, I’m not a scholarly writer in the slightest. And for a long time I just straight-up didn’t care. But … Continue reading
Category Archives: in all seriousness
Women only [call each other sister] when they have called each other a lot of other things first. —Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest Did I ever tell you I was blessed with the World’s Greatest Sister? All of you have … Continue reading
If I had been clever 9 months ago I would have chosen a theme word for my 2012. I’ve read about the concept on blogs lots before and it seems like a good idea—declaring a theme for one’s year—but for … Continue reading
I was thinking of writing a book in February but I can’t decide if I should write it as myself (creative nonfiction sort of artsy type thing) or if I should try to contrive some sort of fantastic story, complete … Continue reading
A few days ago I was driving in to work at the crack of dadgum dawn, when it hit me: THIS IS MY LIFE NOW. It was surreal, and depressing, to face the day like that, just exactly as I’d … Continue reading
The most stressful part of faux parenthood was not that the children were difficult or the job was physically demanding (though it was a workout). It wasn’t that I had to be constantly on my guard (though I did). For … Continue reading
I have cried–wept–no fewer than six separate times today. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I didn’t even push anything out of my crotch for it. I can never be a mother.