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What do we even DO?

What do we even DO?

My friends. What are you doing today? Are you, too, at work all in black and hiding your “Wild Feminist” shirt under a big scarf so you won’t get in trouble but also are telling the truth even if it’s only to your own heart? I don’t know how to mark this occasion. The last … Continue reading

Recipe for Numbered Days

Recipe for Numbered Days

Wake early. Make coffee. Notice the sunlight warming your shoulders through the kitchen window. Choose one album whose story you can follow as you putter: cook, start laundry, find a million dirty cups. Press play. Feel your shoulders, hips, stockinged feet begin to move. Pull your snarled hair up and secure. Smile at your reflection … Continue reading

Lentil Soup and Winter Storms

Lentil Soup and Winter Storms

This meal brought to you by . . . a cheap bag of lentils and general lethargy. Vacation began, for me anyway, around 2:45 last Friday afternoon. Because of (what I think will be a regular occurrence this winter) canceled after-school activities, I found myself driving Colby to his father’s house. What should have been … Continue reading

vote.vote.vote.

Click that badge to your right, friends. VOTE FOR ME! I’ll talk later, for longer, about the theoretical importance of blogging and voice, etc. For now though, just trust me. Vote. This is important. It’s Wednesday. My bearded friends are back in Boston tonight, which means I’ll be on the couch (with my bearded husband) … Continue reading

Circling the Drain

Circling the Drain

Oh, friends. I’m circling the proverbial drain here. It’s October and I’m a teacher. I just fed my family a perfectly reasonable meal and THEN I ATE GOLDEN GRAHAMS FOR SUPPER. We’ve been talking about symbolism this week, and I thought if my students could see that bowl of sugar cereal on my counter, well … Continue reading

The Week of No Pants

I haven’t worn pants all week. Also, I told my friend’s daughter that the best thing about running shorts was that the underwear are built in, and much more comfy than regular undies. She looked at me like maybe it is not socially acceptable to tell people that. Whoops. If I were a cartoon character … Continue reading

A Week in Pictures

I’m sitting in my car, parked outside the music studio where Colby takes drum lessons. Mother Nature decided I was tired, so she’s watering my garden for me. It seemed like a good day to spend a paycheck. At Target, on school supplies. The irony. I had allergy testing done earlier this week. Now I … Continue reading