Six Months Old
Before I started blogging, I wasn’t even really sure what a blog was. I knew about a bunch of books that had been made from blogs, and that big Meryl […]
Category Archives: Writing
Older.
This week I am thirty-four. I’ve logged one more year on that climb into my thirties, not quite old enough to be old, but certainly old enough to feel old. […]
Long Time No See
Some days I am so impressed with myself. I look at my life and at all of the things I am managing to juggle and I say: Good Work! You’ve […]
Have you seen this cow?
I know I have said this before (about once a week for the last twelve weeks at least), but some days life is hard. And sometimes, particularly as I learn […]
Art School (or, my slow decline into suburban momhood)
My parents showed up to my art school graduation just in time to catch me finishing off a joint in front of the writers’ building. That should sum it up, […]
This will make sense on Sunday (I hope)
Some days I really miss art school.
Sundays.
This change in my life is perhaps no more apparent at any other time than on Sundays. I think of my Sundays now, of playing with the baby, of keeping […]
This Is Embarrassing.
When I first found out I was pregnant, I swore that motherhood would not change me. I swore to myself that I would still wear combat boots and punk rock […]
