BRF
Seeing as I am on an unexpected vacation, I have decided to have a little fun. Fun is something I have toremind myself to squeeze into my life, like haircuts …
Voulez-Vous?
“Voulez-vous avoir un rendez-vous avec moi?” “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” “Rendez-vous,” he pointed to me, pointed to himself. “Oh, no, no, merci,” I stammered, probably blushing. I hadn’t been …
I am a Rock, I am an Island
My lovely sponsor (yes, I do have one of those) has pointed out to me that I do not reach out to people nearly enough. Apparently, this is a key …
I Am Ironman. I Mean Woman. Ironwoman.
Maybe you can’t tell from this blog, but like most suburban white ladies with an inferiority complex andfive (okay, okay, ten) extra pounds hanging around her hips, I have moments …
The Thesis of Motherhood (If You Can Call It That)
If life had a syllabus, motherhood would be the longest, most confusing class with no office hours and a professor who just shrugs and says, “You’ll figure it out.” And …
Woman in the Gray Flannel Suit
Over the years, I’ve come to know that I am not a task-driven creature when it comes to anything useful, at least in a Marxist sense. I would totally get …
The Gauntlet is Down
In case you haven’t gotten the memo, I read. A lot. In my heyday, before married-lady responsibilities andthe black hole of home-ownership and the soul-sucking job, I read a book …