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I used to go out with this fella named Daniel who took some perverse pleasure in making me sad. He was kinda a little bit weird, but so was I. So we fit. I used to have a really difficult time reading the paper. Not because I’m illiterate but because I simply couldn’t handle the [...]
My youngest turned 15 today. Here he is. Isn’t he handsome? I wish he could see what I see when I look at him. His vision is much different from mine and sadly, not at all accurate. This is how he used to look: He looks up at the camera as he’s speaking and then [...]
Yesterday we had us a thunderstorm. Very unusual for the Pacific Northwest. It rains a lot, but mostly it’s that non committal, drizzly, boring rain that makes you want to shoot yourself because it’s just enough to be a bother, but not enough to be exciting. Yesterday was exciting. I sat on the back porch [...]
I’ve been trying to make myself come here. I get as far as opening the window then I stare at the screen for a bit and finally give up and close it again. I’m just so busy. I’ve got so much going on it’s hard to find the time to sit and post anything worth [...]
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 [...]
My heart is breaking. It’s shattering into a million little pieces and I can’t, for the life of me, stop it. My Roofie Doof has died. We didn’t even know he was sick. One day he was fine. Just his normal, fluffy self. The next he was hanging on for dear life, ill, with a [...]
Here’s where we are, as a society. We absolutely don’t question the loss of the most basic human kindness and civility. It’s now the exception rather than the rule and any evidence of it is met with paranoia and suspicion. If you doubt me, just go to your local airport, hop on a plane and [...]
Right now it’s all about whether or not America is more sexist or more racist. Will it be a woman or a color that brings us down? Both are equally detestable. Neither very palatable. Not like those that are colorless, lacking in ovaries. What we know for sure is we don’t want another Republican. Not [...]
Maybe it’s the steady, thunderous ticking of my biological clock. What else could it be? My life is certainly far from devoid of meaning. I’m working a full-time job, maintaining a full-time relationship, and mothering full-time boys. If anything, I’m a bit overextended as it is. What, then, can the matter be? I just got [...]
my mom always had enough bowls. that’s what gets me most, you know? i have struggled my entire adult life to find the right balance of bowls for this house. when i was growing up there were always enough bowls of just the right size for whatever it was we needed. popcorn. cereal. ice cream. [...]
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.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire
















