We adopted Belle when she was 6 months old. She had been adopted and returned to the Decatur Animal Hospital, so she was actually available at a reduced rate. She was our Sale Puppy.
I remember being genuinely confused by the term feminist. “There’s a WORD for that? For wanting equality?”
Tell me about the time when an entire meeting stopped to ask you to take minutes, or when they walk past five of your male counterparts to ask you where the coffee was.
A year end wrap-up of things you probably don't care about.
I am fat. Look, until life eases up, I’m gonna be fat. That’s okay. It’s not okay to wish ill on me because of it.
In less than a month – on September 3rd, to be exact – I will turn 35 years old. This age used to bear the weight of marking a midlife crisis (or the beginning of one), but now it is merely a point at which I can make declarations about what I will and won’t […]
The boys are all busy. Vinnie’s been trying out The Little Gym; Miss Angel (who also taught Tony) is living up to her name by way of unending patience and energy. Tony is, like, halfway to a ninja or something now. And we don’t have a picture of it because, you know, we […]
Bryan and I looked at eachother a month ago and decided: we’re ready to emerge. Crawling out from the haze that is New Baby Brigadoon, you reach a point where you realize that things are easier. Not easy, God no, never easy. But easier. Do-able. So Bryan got a new job – returning to his first […]