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.
Today was the halfway mark of the Faux Motherhood project. I finally busted out the camera to prove that I was here. Here they are, Captain Angry Eyes and Ginger in the photographic flesh: I have a serious anxiety problem … Continue reading
Day Two of the Faux motherhood Project was better than Day One in the following ways: I had learned to distinguish between littlest nephew’s whiney cries and serious cries. I had learned what choices biggest nephew needed in order to … Continue reading
Poor Kyle and I are in Arizona watching my sister’s two boys (aged nearly four and nearly 1) for five days while their parents (the boys’) are on a cruise. This pretty much qualifies me as sister of the year … Continue reading
(Pre Script: Saturday Steals tomorrow. Be there or don’t be.) ••••••••••••• We’ve had rain here at a constant rate for 24 hours straight. And counting. It’s unusual for Southern Alberta, and some people are grouchy about it. That’s because it’s … Continue reading
Today, when I got sick of wracking my brain for something—anything—intelligent to say about romantic literary theory, I allotted myself five minutes for a little breather. I decided to spend it in pursuit of my very favourite pastime: scouring the … Continue reading
Goodbye Mesa. Goodbye QT. Goodbye heat. Goodbye chips and salsa. Goodbye my daily frozen yogurt fix. Goodbye indie music scene. Goodbye freeways of the gods. Goodbye Westwood. Goodbye Sonic. Goodbye Steve (you crook). Goodbye awkward conversations with people I haven’t … Continue reading