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writing life

Fiercely

Thumbnail image for Fiercely October 22, 2009

I’m tired, so tired. But she looks at me, crazy quilt pulled up to her chin.
Just one song? Stay for one song, Mama.
I see myself in the kitchen, standing at the laptop, pounding out 300 words of drivel as she twirls around me.
Read to me, Mama?
No.
Sing with me, Mama?
No.
Can we make brownies, Mama?
No.
I’m busy.
I hate [...]

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Career Killer?

September 30, 2009

When The Poo was born, our plan was for my mom to watch her when I went back to work.
My first day back in the office was snowy and cold. I sucked in my tummy and zipped up my trousers, pulled on knee socks. I bundled The Poo up in fleece pajamas and a blanket.
We [...]

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Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before

August 11, 2009

Sometimes I forget about my blog.
Sometimes, like when I’m in the lobby of my daughter’s new preschool for open house, I totally forget that I spill my guts (or my bag) to the Interwebz, like the Crazy McCrazerston that I am. How I tell the Interwebz that I have a giant ingrown pubic hair or [...]

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Summer Hours

May 27, 2009

When I left the workforce to stay home and raise The Poo, I imagined hundreds of days like today, like macaroni strung together on a piece of yarn.
Today I was showered and dressed before The Babyman woke up, and in fact both kids slept late. I, myself did not rise until nearly 7:50 a.m., sunlight [...]

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A Brief Encounter

May 8, 2009

No one read this when I wrote it, back in November 2006. I need some time to think, and I am looking for inspiration. Scary Mommy hosts Flashback Friday, and looking back through my old work might light that spark that seems to be sputtering right now.

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They had nothing to say to each other.
The conference [...]

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On the Hunt

May 1, 2009

Preschool is almost over for the year, meaning that my work hours are about to be sharply curtailed unless I find a new babysitter.
Our current sitter is about to graduate, so yesterday I placed my twice-yearly add on the job board at the Huge Midwestern University. I asked for Mary Poppins, tongue only halfway in [...]

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Beat The Clock

April 21, 2009

I am up against a wall this week. I have about 100 deadlines to meet by Friday, to the tune of more than 5,000 words, y’all.
Them’s alotta words.
My house is filthy. Case in point: yesterday, I got home from writing at 2:30 p.m. At 5:30, in the midst of dinner prep, I discovered the toilet [...]

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Best. Spam. Ever.

April 15, 2009

Before the events of last week, I wasn’t sure about the future of this blog. After all, even my spammers are bored to tears with all my moaning and groaning:
I can tell that this is not the first time you mention the topic. Why have you decided to write about it again?
It’s a [...]

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Fear of the Ball

March 26, 2009

I can’t overcome the feeling that I’m talking to the camera these days.
Like I’m winking at you, making a caustic aside about my life, hyper-aware of how I look on the monitor.
When I started writing—and I use that verb deliberately—it was like talking to myself. It was like the diary I kept for 14 years. [...]

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Odds N’ Ends

March 22, 2009

Yesterday The Poo and I stole away for some time alone.
We gleefully cruised the aisles of Toys R’ Us, gift cards in our hot little hands, looking for a pool for her Barbies. We found it, and she’s spent at least three hours outside with her ragtag band of dolls—Ariel, the veterinarian (she wore her [...]

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