I first posted this in 2008, but was thinking about it today. Thinking mainly how it feels I’m losing my memory, and am thankful for details I wrote down three years ago…   I often pretended Maura Dominiak’s nooks and crannies house were mine. Big, rustic, rife with wood, and usually empty of parental supervision. [...]

Let’s jump right into this:   My boobs look like sad potatoes and I gained weight.   I didn’t even put makeup on for this what the hell? photo:     Here are my mofo measurements:   July 27, 2011 Body Stats (the figures at right were my stats from July 7): Weight: 147.4/146.4 Bust: [...]

As usual, I’ve got a lot to say about this one…   But time and the cold sting of facing my demons precludes storytelling this morning. So again as usual…I’ll be back to write my soul in a day or two.   As for you…   Tell me about a time someone told you the [...]

I heard it when I volunteered in my daughter’s kindergarten class last year. “Dogs must be colored brown or black,” her teacher told her as Toots reluctantly put down the blue crayon.   I rose from the table where I’d been organizing glue sticks and went to my daughter’s desk. “At home you can color [...]

We piled into the ubiquitous Buick Estate Wagon. Glitter cherry red punctuated by plastic wood and bike scratches. I took the back seat facing the disappearing road and threw the finger-peace sign to drivers avoiding my eyes. My parent’s best friends followed with their children a few station wagons behind us and I kept track [...]

“Do you think of your life?”   I couldn’t ask, because we don’t talk that way. But I watched his eyes squint from my peripheral vision.   “Do you think of your life, Dad?” The words seeps from my fingers instead. It’s the only way to get them down. It’s not something I say out [...]

I feel quite strongly about this subject, and will post about it next week, but for now… I’m curious what you think…     (I’d like to thank @stillsoul for tweeting this earlier and reminding me it exists.)  

The below is inspired by my friend Morgan’s Blog Hop over at Little Hen House…     Back when I was a moony kid, I read this book called “The Popularity Plan” raptly and foolishly, over and over again. In my room. While other girls my age were out seeing a movie or getting Baskin [...]

Swimming suit before/after.

We were exhausted. The weekend turned out lovely but was long and filled with hours of swimming and holiday excess. At about 5:00 last night my left lid began to twitch, and another wild-eyed mom approached me to say, “That was me last night. It means you’re tired.” And if I were done, you should [...]