Ditching the electronic calendar
Sunday morning began in the usual way. Turn off the fan. Turn on the lights. Turn on the lightbox. Move the cat. Check email. Check email. Where the f*** were my emails? I rebooted my phone. My Gmail...
View ArticleMaking Life Practice my B****
As a musician, much of my life revolves around the idea of practice. Most kids will tell you that practicing sucks. My friends with kids bitch about practice logs they need to (forge) sign and turn in...
View ArticleSnowstorm Survival Tips From a Northern Girl
D.C. is facing the end of the world as we know it, and I’m not talking about the possible presidency of Donald Trump. I’m talking about the really scary stuff. I’m talking about snow. Last night we...
View ArticleSnowpocolypse Now
Barely visible, but still there The catchphrases have begun. #SnOMG, Snowpocolypse, Snowmaggeddon, Snowzilla. It’s not quite a blizzard yet. I can still see the sheep lawn ornament in the backyard. My...
View ArticleRegret
One night I bottled up the moon and trapped her light in stoppered glass Her milky glow lit up my room; I longed to have it for my own “Just a taste” I said, yet knew with one I wouldn’t be content I...
View ArticleGot the pink hair blues
I dyed my hair pink. This was not the impulsive act of a 16 year-old girl. It was the impulsive act of a 51 year-old woman. Dyeing my hair is not a new thing. My hair has been brown, blond, red, and...
View ArticleBehavior of an un-becoming parent
I sent the Dude a tiny frog. It’s supposed to bring him luck. Luck was the one thing he wanted most for me to send, aside from Pop-tarts and something to stop his typical winter to spring nosebleeds....
View ArticleMoving Mental Furniture
I rearranged my living room furniture. Which is to say, I pointed to various locations and said to my husband, “there, no I mean there, six inches that way, wait, no, over there is better.” We’ve...
View ArticleRediscovering my superpower
With the Dude in college, the day-to-day operation of Dude.inc went from being my primary enterprise to not my business way too quickly. They don’t make golden parachutes for mothers. We’re ejected...
View ArticleIt’s just words. And they are ours.
I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve gone back to school and I’m busy, but that’s not the only reason. I’ve grown to dislike the internet as a communication vehicle because of its distortion–like an...
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