If I were a superhero, my special power would be peeing. I’ve been in and out of the bathroom all day for as long as I can remember. When we buy a giant 36-roll block of Charmin at Target, Boyd says he hopes it will last the weekend. Over the last couple of years, however,… Continue reading it’s a condition.
Like all personal insights, there are things about family life that must be learned from one’s own experience. However, I can only hope that the wisdom I have gleaned through my own personal struggles as a wife and mother will be of help to others and save someone pain. Thus I bring you: 5 Profound… Continue reading 5 profound things i’ve learned from my family
When I was 23, I left New York for Northern California in search of a gentler way of life. I’ve loved living here ever since, and can’t imagine anyplace feeling more like home. However, there are moments when it’s clear to me that despite my improved attitude, I will never, ever, completely fit in here.… Continue reading fitting in
LILA: Don’t you want to hold my hand? ME: Of course! I love to hold your little hand. LILA: Do you love all the little parts of my hand, like all the little nails and everything? ME: Yes! I love all your parts. Every freckle and every hair. I even love the parts that you… Continue reading an actual conversation
For years, Boyd and I have disagreed about the appropriate length for his hair. He likes it short, in what feels to me like a whisper longer than five-o-clock shadow. I prefer a little more length, just enough that it officially it announces itself as hair rather than a trick of the light. While I… Continue reading boyd on hair
My friend Stacy, who is 10 years older than me but similarly hirsute, recently took the following hair inventory: Face and throat: Growing like wildfire. Vagina: Can’t keep up. Accepting sea anemone-like state. Brows: Bald spots and cowlicks. Using Lady Rogaine. Lower legs: No hair. Upper legs: Random 2-inch-long sprouts. Big toes: Long, dark, curb-feeler… Continue reading sam on hair
Today I told Boyd that what I want for my birthday this year is for him to remove – and preferably destroy – the clock on my kitchen wall. I have lived with this merry musical blight for one year, seven months and 29 days, ever since my mother-in-law gave it to Lila for Christmas.… Continue reading the clock