Tag Archive: boys

posted a blog on February 11, 2017

Why Can’t I Be Like Other People?   Someone overheard you say these words.  And that someone relayed that to me.  My heart has been sitting in my throat ever since and there are tears in my eyes that won’t dry. If you could see what I see; know what I know; sense what I sense….you would...  

posted a blog on December 16, 2016

Dear fifth grade boy, Let me start out by saying how happy I am for you. You’ve made it this far in life without being murdered by your parents – and that is a feat in and of itself. You haven’t contracted an incurable disease from eating weird shit off the ground, and you haven’t...  

posted a blog on June 17, 2016

My son is a strapping young man. He’s handsome. He’s confident. He’s burly. He’s a jokester with a soft heart. He’s got a mess of wispy blonde curls and bright blue eyes. He’s like the prankster you grow to love (and excuse from all his pranks.) He kisses and hugs with wild abandon, and speaks...  

posted a blog on April 13, 2016

I really wanted to write a post about a disastrous date Saturday on my personal blog, but then I faltered – what if my kid’s teacher read it? What about his friend’s moms? In the age of social media nothing is really that private anymore, so I got all fickle and changed my mind. I...  

posted a blog on March 16, 2016

I am notoriously horrible at dating in real life. I have resting bitch face, I have been told by many I am intimidating, and I am typically utterly clueless when someone is attempting to flirt with me. Which is why I decided to try online dating in the first place. It hasn’t been completely disastrous;...  

posted a blog on February 19, 2016

When I was pregnant my husband was thrilled. He did all the things a good husband was supposed to do for his pregnant wife: he rubbed my belly with cocoa butter, he apologized profusely when he ate the last mini Snickers, and he talked to the baby taking up space in my ever-expanding stomach. I...  

posted a blog on January 12, 2016

My mother always wanted a little boy, and said she would have named me Adam Eugene had I have come out with the right parts. Thankfully I didn’t, because you can never be too cool with a name like Eugene. My sister also disappointed her with her lady bits, and paid the price by being...  

posted a blog on January 6, 2016

There are days that I still think that I am 22.  Really.  Maybe it is the delusion of old age.  Maybe it is emotional survival.  Maybe it is that everything after 22 happened in the blink of an eye. And then there is today. Today, my college roommates messaged me to reminisce about the olden...