Motherhood, Irreverence and Womanism at 4am

Did you know Louis C.K. has kids? He does, two small daughters, Mary Lou and Kitty. Why is that an issue, you ask? Oh, it’s not. He’s a brilliant comedian to whom I would give any amount of money to crawl inside his head for ten whole minutes and laze about on all his squishy […]

Between You, Me and the Goblin.

By the time I was 14, I knew my way around a boy. Kissing, groping, dry humping…hello, Jordan Catalano in the rain, motivation enough for a girl to find her way around a pant bulge or two. You know, everything except that whole all the way sort of thing. It wasn’t for lack of trying, […]

Blanket Apology

Flash Dance

Growing up, I lived in a house with a minimum of 3-4 animals at a time. My mom was always taking in animals, and at one point even had a room with over 100 bearded dragons. Seriously. Having friends over was stressful and required hours of prep work; vacuuming up hair, lighting smelly candles, lint-rolling […]

Tales from the Road Part 1

Curse you fear of flight. I don’t know why, in my head, I envision road trips going better than they actually do. I mean, I know my kids are technophiles and they wouldn’t how to sing in a round if it punched them in the face, but really with the constant need for stimulation, already? The […]

Patriotic.

This is  a totally true story, though I changed the name of the person involved so I don’t get assassinated or my voter card taken away, if they even do that, I’m not sure, but I think really stupid people vote all the time, so I should probably be fine.  Plus, wouldn’t the REAL punishment NOT being […]

The 6 Hour Cat.

When I was kid I wanted a cat.  Badly. I know, I know, I hate cats…now.  But back then, I wanted nothing more than to have a cat just like Alice did, so I could fall down a rabbit hole into Wonderland, and drink tea and wear pretty dresses. See, that’s what happens when you […]

My Golden Mother’s Day.

Mother’s Day this year was extra special, as it fell on the day I actually became a mother. My golden Mother’s Day, if you will. Sunday, Jude turned five.  That’s a whole hand of age. In three pushes, that boy transformed me into a mom, thus ensuring I could never again wear low rise jeans, […]