Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
Oh, right. Them. That was my not-so-thoughtful reaction, when someone pointed out that we need to make an effort to include men in the group. Sure, they’re included. I mean, who wouldn’t want to sign up for our four-week intimate discussion of an insightful Oprah-and-the-expert book on trauma? I just never thought, until that moment, […]
“It sounds like you’re saying you want to talk to one of those people,” my mom said slowly, across my teenage bedroom. I sat unevenly on the twin bed, eyeing the pictures of me and my friends taped around the dresser mirror and my CDs stacked up in uneven towers everywhere. I had corralled her […]
My daughter and I made an advent wreath, decked out with branches and pine cones. Our wreath looks pretty and peaceful and apparently delicious, because our cat is now eating it and throwing up pine needles all over the house. Which means our hand-crafted best is now increasingly found in half-masticated clumps of kitty kibble. […]