Today, like so many days, started with a cacaphony of kids, TV, chore-listing and chore-avoiding. So many mornings begin this way and I find that time blurs together, with no specific start or end point. Living more consciously is a goal of mine, so I decided to invite my husband back to bed for a…Continue Reading
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Monkey on My Back
I’m anxious. Not just now, but always. It’s an affliction, a way of life, a disease, a problem. I’ve always been, well, spazzy. I am extremely reactive and one of those people who is very mood-absorbent. That’s what I call it anyway. It’s as if I absorb the energy or the mood of things,…Continue Reading
KidSpeak
As I was putting on my makeup the other day, my almost four-year-old asked me if she could help me decorate myself. Then, when I started singing a few minutes later, she asked me to “turn my mouth down.”
The Clash
I spent the day in a perfectly delightful French café editing a market research report. French women (I’m assuming, since they were beautiful, stylish, skinny) staffed the place and it seemed as if everyone were from somewhere else. True enough, I overheard snippets of “I just returned from London,” “I can’t wait to get…Continue Reading
New Year’s Revelation
When’s the first time you realized you had a lot of growing up to do?Not in the way of ceasing goofiness, or quitting looking for earthworms after a rain, or not sticking your finger in your husband’s butt as he walks up the stairs, but rather, seeing that your old ways aren’t working for you?…Continue Reading
Poop Snoop
I have this thing about poo. In that I am simultaneously fascinated and repulsed by it. It’s interesting to ponder poop and appreciate its evacuatory properties. It is a waste by-product, after all, and the fact that it represents your body cleaning itself out is exciting (to me, but I also like pus, for the…Continue Reading
And Goodwill To All
I have to show you something.
Identity Crisis
OK, I’d like to back up and explain the hair more clearly. I turned 39 on Thanksgiving. And I’ve got this thing happening. I’m feeling 27. So when I look in the mirror and see the opposite of 27, I get confused. My face is not 27. But my brain tells me I am. It’s…Continue Reading
