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Matt was treating me for an ingrown toenail. I know, it’s gross, but he really loves me and I just had a pedicure today so… ANYWAY. My toe hurt so bad I couldn’t stand it. We’re talking white-hot, searing, eye-watering hurt here. I’m limping around and grimacing, being oh so very brave, I was. I [...]
Tonight while getting ready for bed the saddest thought crossed my mind. I had a sudden, unexplained vision of Kaileb as a baby, scooting across a hardwood floor, one sock on and a diaper. That’s it. Nothing else. His hair was much blonder and he still had chubby little baby cheeks. He was maybe just [...]
A good friend of mine sent me some raw peanuts from Louisiana. You can’t really find them in Seattle. I made some boiled peanuts with them. I have fond memories of growing up in South Carolina, stopping at some mom and pop gas station on the way to the beach and buying a wet, steaming [...]
that even though the boys are now 13 and 14 years old, I still sneak into their rooms sometimes to watch the blankets move up and down. Sometimes, if I can’t tell, I’ll place my hand on their back. Just to feel it rise and fall. I have to reassure myself that they are still [...]
Jacob went to a BBQ today. It was with his girlfriend and her parents. I met them when I dropped him off at their house. Nice folks. And little Miss M is just a cutie, with her silky, red hair and sweet little fourteen year old smile behind those braces. Oh yeah, she could be [...]
I cook and clean. That’s what I do. It’s what I’m best at. I’ve been doing it for 14 years, without stopping once. I cook and clean in my sleep. Yep. I’m a cooker and a cleaner. I realize that it’s a mother’s job and we do it with suuuuch selflessness and love we should [...]
Kaileb told me the other day that whenever he thinks of our president, he thinks of Poe. Like Poe is a dog version of President Bush and vice versa. This is President Bush: This is Poe: President Bush: Poe: Maybe the kid is on to something?
My boys are good boys. I say this, not because I’m their mother and I am one hundred percent biased in their favor, but because it’s true. I know from rotten kids. My kids aren’t rotten. They are respectful to me and other people, they rarely get in trouble and when they do it’s for [...]
Overhead at the deli today: Woman #1: “I know! Can you believe it!? And his name was Jesus too!” Woman #2: “Well, pffth. You just would have expected more from him.” A phone call with my thirteen year old son: Helllooooooooo, Jacob! Helllllloooooooo, Mom! How’s the family? The wife? The kids? They’re woooooonderful! And the [...]
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.
Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
