There’s a new Momma Love “review” up. Cuz I know you (friend in Tulsa) were waiting.
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Moomerie
So in college, my friends and I said “flocking,” instead of the other word. Everything became, “she’s so flocking annoying,” and “what the flock?!?,” and “flock you!” Then Halloween came and we (there were at least 7 of us) dressed up as a flock of cows. We wore black garbage bags and taped…Continue Reading
Thank God The Writers Are Back
Did you see this on SNL Saturday night? Please note that the video has adult content! And as such is very adulty in nature. No dirty stuff, just grown-up, possibly offensive, but hilarious, humor. Again! You may be offended by this! But only if you’ve never had a period. Now if you’ll…Continue Reading
Sunday’s Playlist: I Wish I Were Cool
This one is completely dominated by the artist we heard play last night. And how about this? Please list in an e-mail or in comments or in your blog (just leave me the link) three songs you can’t live without (for now). It can be songs you’ve just discovered, or songs you’ve loved long…Continue Reading
Riffing
I have this annoying habit, one I didn’t know what to call before, although I knew it needed a name, a slogan, a tagline. Something catchy and inspiring. Finally, a few months ago a friend called it “Going Geico™,” and nothing could more perfectly sum it up. So what I do is I…Continue Reading
The Routine
Today we’re off to a Peter Pan-themed birthday party, where Toots and Booger will wear Sleeping Beauty costumes. Those Disney characters, they’re all friends, right? After that, it’s a quick ride home, a nap send-off and a quick getaway to a house concert our friends are hosting. Chris Trapper will be there, playing the…Continue Reading
In The Spaces
My husband’s yelling woke me up. Then I heard the home security alarm. I hurled myself out of bed and looked at our alarm system flashing red, and wanted to cover my ears to shield against the piercing beep. But there was the yelling. And the scrambling. And oh my God, is someone…Continue Reading
An Update
As you can tell from my recent posts, I’m currently in PMS Week #3. Also, in Week #1. Don’t ask for clarification. I’ll get all Week #2 on your ass.
Days Gone By
As I fastened my daughter in her car seat this morning, I glimpsed a woman in the car next to mine, hunched over the steering wheel, sobbing. My heart connected with hers in that moment and I so wanted to knock on the window and ask if she was all right. But I…Continue Reading
From Whence I Came
I took her Cadillac the day we spread her ashes. It was a long drive from San Diego to Bodega Bay, but it gave me time to think, which I did, sometimes reluctantly. And as freeways gave way to greened two-lane roads, I lulled myself into thinking everything would be OK. Of course, it never…Continue Reading
It’s Coming
My pancake this morning. I know it’s blurry and amorphous. Why don’t you just shut up? This morning I made my oat pancake with 75% expired ingredients. This can only mean one thing: I’m PMSing. Since I suffer from anxiety, it makes sense that I also get PMS. I believe they’re branches of…Continue Reading
Because It Used To Be All About Me
My daughter turned four this weekend and for kicks, I looked back at my other blog, the one I shall not name, for posts I wrote while I was pregnant with her. And I found one. But instead of being about her, it was about me — sick and in the throes of early…Continue Reading
