I don’t know, I kind of have a licensed character aversion. My brother has it, too, and refuses to dress his son in clothes with any trace of Bob the Builder or Thomas, preferring instead those drab, uniformy-looking kid’s clothes you get when you shop in Asia. Not that there’s anything wrong with…Continue Reading
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Another Sunday’s Playlist
Love Love Love/Tristan Prettyman Spanish Stroll/Mink De Ville Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)/MIKA Oh! (What a Glorious Thing)/Akira the Don When I Write the Book/Rockpile I Believe In Love/Indigo Girls Run/Indigo Girls Last Request/Paolo Nutini California Grace/Long Beach Shortbus I Saw/Matt Nathanson And that’s the way I like it.
End of An Era
My daughter turned 4 today and overnight things changed. It’s funny how you say something to your kid, something unthinking, something you don’t even remember saying, and they take it and run with it, refer to it often and make it their mantra. As a passing comment yesterday, I said, “Now that you’re…Continue Reading
The Monkey On My Back Dances, Continued
Part 1 of my gripping “I Suffer From Anxiety” series. And Part II. So in my endeavor to better understand my anxiety and hopefully find ways to cope with it, I recently visited a kinesthesiologist. I’d heard great things about this guy from a vegan/Zen/meditative/very non-anxious friend of The Rocks’ who’d been going to…Continue Reading
Haiku Fridays
Not really, but that wouldn’t that be cool: every Friday designated “Haiku Day?” And the banks would be closed and the post office and schools and daycare and what am I, crazy? In related news, I’m entering a haiku contest held over at My Mommy’s Place and am posting my submissions here. There’s all…Continue Reading
Crapfty Mom
I hate being a pussy mom. I want to be the rocker mom who grooves to the beat of her own drum, not caring what people think, no, just experiencing that joie de vivre and living, man, just living! You know? No? Oh man, why you gotta be like that? Yesterday, my…Continue Reading
Dinner, Anyone? No? I Don’t Blame You.
These days, I make exactly three things for dinner: pasta, salad, nothing. There’ll be weeks where I motivate to try something new, but about a month ago, my mind suddenly sprang a dinner recipe leak. It’s as if I never knew how to make anything. Kind of like Freaky Friday where I changed…Continue Reading
For My Bubby
Steady hands, honest gazer I crave to etch words in your marble Love to make my mark where it shall remain and if it peaks dips circles You’ll touch the infinite cast edges And when I turn away And when I shut it out And when I wretch — to what? …Continue Reading
Reminiscing
In honor of Valentine’s Day, I recently looked back through all the correspondence I’d sent my husband over the past 10 years. And instead of feeling inspired, or invigorated, I took a horrifying walk down memory lane, where I realized that my husband is one lucky brave man. I offer for evidence one particular…Continue Reading
Like a Puppet
I disappoint myself when these types of videos get to me. I know the message is worthwhile, I do. But it’s that they orchestrate the music, the photos, the words, to intentionally make you cry. And then it becomes about the making-you-cry, and not about the making-you-think. (The fact that I’m bothered by that…Continue Reading
Nutso
This seemed manageable. Then, I walked into this. This. And finally, this. I’m trying to take this all in stride. Usually, I spot clean throughout the day, then dive into emergency surgery cleaning late in the afternoon. I’ve been trying to pace myself, because it feels like all I do is…Continue Reading
A Day Late
Well, now that the writer’s strike is pretty much over, I find this hilarious video. Maybe not as relevant, still as funny.
