Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
You could find cars in the average junkyard that were nicer than the beaters parked in my family’s driveway growing up. There was the time my grandfather, for reasons unknown, removed the front passenger seat from my mother’s almost-antique Mustang. I loved it, because it revealed a rusted-out hole in the floor and we could […]
Babies have the best propaganda machine in the world. Look at this: Who could resist this stuff? Who could resist THIS? Meet Willow! She is the darling baby of my wonderful friends. Also, she’s a star recruit on the baby propaganda squad. Every time I see this kid, she’s either sleeping angelically or making feather-soft […]
Of course it was a man without children who said it. “You just need to get up a few minutes earlier. Then you’d be here on time.” He said this, to chronically-running-behind-to-this-entirely-optional-activity me, the way you might tell someone the sky is blue or that they need oxygen to breathe. Poof! Simple solution. Except when […]
Our men were not allowed to be alone. They needed to be bodily escorted by at least three of us in order to interact with anyone outside the tribe. We did not touch people outside the tribe and we did not make eye contact with them. Simple rules. We all understood the rules. The problem […]
My husband thinks we are animal whisperers. Considering that we have been forced to trap-and-remove small wild beasts in our own home – the same small wild beasts that we brought into our own home under delusions of domesticity – he is clearly wrong. It all started so innocently. Oh, and I started it. We […]
A VHS recording of my husband on The Price is Right. A 12-year-old unopened jar of apple butter. Pictures, pictures, pictures of me as a smiling 6 year old, a smirking 13 year old and with my arms wrapped around my friends in high school. They were all there waiting for me, in the storage […]