Why I can’t write, part XII
Because …
Pardon me, I appear to have run out of excuses. The laundry is running, the floors are swept, the baby is sleeping and the preschooler is making art up in his room. Guess I can spit a little something out here.
I was thinking the other day that another reason I can’t write is because […]
Why I Can’t Write, Part II
The next installment of Why I Can’t Write: Because I Can’t Tell The Truth.
I don’t mean that I lie. I mean that great writers, the ones who make you laugh or cry or laughcry, tell the rawest, realest truth. I can’t do that. I love it and I admire it in a writer, but so […]
Why I can’t write, Part I
FVCK YEAH NABLOPOMO! WOO!
Hi. So. Day two of Nablopomo, introductory expositional post out of the way. Now the real writing begins.*
As I mentioned in my last post, I’m going to try blogging every day this month. This is because I do like to write. I like to smash words together and type them out with […]
I’m weird. I know.
It’s 3 a.m. and I can’t sleep. Thinking about Hurricane Irene.
Wondering if there will ever be an emergency situation that calls for my particular skillset. No “is there a doctor in the house” — someone would be like “I need someone who can (k1 p1 yo p1)! Hurry, goddammit, there’s a man DYING over […]
I’m a jerk, II
So in skipping the long, trying-to-be-funny-but-failing post about what an asshole I am and running with the placeholder lame-o “we’re alive and I’m a jerk” post, I think I alarmed a couple of people, like say my husband, who turned to me and said, “Is there something I need to know?”
No! I’m just a garden-variety […]
Wait, that’s not how that was supposed to go
Owen begins kindergarten today. And thanks to me, he almost missed the bus. How frustrating must it be for a punctual kid to be at the mercy of a chronically late mother?
He’s in afternoon kindergarten. The bus is supposed to arrive at 12:14. Last night we packed his school bag and hung it up by […]
Dress me!
When I was in college, and we girls on the second floor of Darrow Hall used to go out on Thursday nights to the local dance bar, my friend Denise would always skip into the room at 8:30, clapping, saying “It’s time to play Dress Denise!” And then we would all help her choose which […]
Haircut report
Breathe again, my friends, for I am here to tell you all about my hair. I know you were worried.
I had an appointment today at the Fountain of Youth salon in Cranberry, which I chose solely because it’s Aveda-affiliated, and I have always had extremely reliable results from Aveda salons. However, finding this place was […]
hair experiment
ARGH.
As we all know, I have been battling this weirdo head of hair for some time.
I never know what to do with it or how to take care of it or how to style it. It’s huge, it’s fluffy, it’s puffy, it’s dry. It waves weirdly and sticks out funny and […]
Permission to make a mistake, Cap’n?
On the phone with a good friend the other day, talking about all this Modern Day Anxiety bullshit, when I was gently reminded that sometimes? People make mistakes. And guess what? Nobody died. It isn’t the end of the world, no matter how much I think it might be.
Just granting myself the human right to […]
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