The Power of Being Wrong

I can’t think of a better visual for being wrong than this photo of my feet shoved into fuzzy socks …

We Work It All Out in the Van

This is my disgusting van.  It smells like a mixture of hot, smooshed banana and pee from 2007.  Sometimes I …

I’m at Moving Brain

We’re moving, and I am coming unglued.  Unhinged.  The hinges are off.  I can’t find them.  I don’t know what …

Be An Omelette

I care a lot about relationships.  I’m always trying to link people together or plug people into projects.  I’ll meet …

Indoor Girl Rides a Bike

Her loins burned and her thighs quivered. Sounds like a line from a girl porn book.  Er, not exactly at …

This Grown-Up Thing

Last night we slept at my parents’ house.  Some home improvements proved stinkier than we’d planned and we finally fled …

A Letter to “Working Moms”

Dear Moms-Who-Work-Outside-of-the-Home, My mother taught me to always write thank you notes, and I still write handwritten notes for gifts …

Made to Heal

I have a smiley face on my belly.  Two eyes, one over each ovary, a nose in my belly button, …

Steaming Poo Between my Toes

Do you ever have those mornings when you just can’t quite hold back the frustration?  No?  Just me then?  When …

Mochachino?

I’m not a very organized mother.  I’m not clean.  I was screened upside down, front, back, sideways, and all around …