Filed under Parenting and Partnering

Replacement Filter

Replacement Filter

I tell all of the parenting stories I shouldn’t. Stories where I swear and fail and damage my child in ways we all do but all ignore, and sure as hell don’t tell the other mothers. My verbal filter is notably porous. During my first year teaching at a new school where I felt utterly … Continue reading

On Love and Langue

  My boyfriend and I, we don’t exactly speak the same language. And for once, I am not being hyperbolic. By profession I am a teacher of English. By birth I am a bibliophile of the first order. I am sensitive and perceptive and have tendencies to overthink that certainly allow me to suss out … Continue reading

My Shitty Husband

My Shitty Husband

I didn’t realize it was my (former?) anniversary until I saw it on Facebook. “Three years ago today . . .” it said. And there was a picture of so many of us, my people, huddled together in and around and on top of the outhouse that my then fiancé carefully crafted so that it … 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

Aftershocks

Aftershocks

A post in which I use a tired metaphor because my brain is tired and I can’t really think of anything else. If I were a geologist, I would have seen the earthquake coming. Unless it’s one of those disaster movies (why do I love them so much?!) where the fancy ass scientists don’t recognize … Continue reading

Storm Envy

Storm Envy

I am jealous of the disaster-level snowstorm that is now descending upon the mid-Atlantic. I, of course, know that big storms bring big problems, and that people and structures are put in danger because of these storms. I don’t wish that upon anyone. What I am jealous of is the stop-everything-gather-food-and-family-and-do-not-leave-home imperative. You see, I … Continue reading

System Overload

Sometimes my work life and my home life do not complement each other. Work, at 12:30 p.m. Students enter the classroom and simultaneously begin talking to me, all thirteen of them. Despite my best efforts, even after a gentle “heads down, make a pillow with your arms, breathe” time out, this continues. For say, ten … Continue reading