I am so tired of it. I’m tired of the hate. I’m tired of the violence. I’m tired of the racism. I’m tired of the discrimination. I’m tired of the fucked-up culture we live in today. I’m tired of a country that made it possible for a bigoted, racist, mysogynistic douchebag to run for President. I’m… Continue reading I Will
Goddamnit all, I’ve done it again. *leafs through blog entries in Posts folder* Ah, yes. Early March was the last time I blogged. Early…frickin’…March. *sigh* *more sighing* *dramatic sighs* Well “sigh” doesn’t even look like a real word anymore… Okay, sorry, hello. No, I haven’t died and yes, I am still blogging. I mean, I haven’t been. But… Continue reading *headdesk*
Back in December, I had a moment of panic. By moment, I mean a month…and by panic, I mean a swirling pit of denial and anxiety and fear. I wrote a post about my cousin needing to step down as my nanny and having to turn to daycare for my son before he was a… Continue reading Lucky: A Post on Childcare
(This is the second half of my post about Joey’s first Christmas. It ran a little long, so I broke it up into two separate posts. Read the first part here! Again, apologies for length. And for the abundance of photos. Also, sorry for the lateness. This was supposed to be done a week ago. But… Continue reading Although It’s Been Said, Many Times, Many Ways…
My mother stayed at home with me and my brother as much as she could while we were young children. She was a SAHM until I turned two, and then my brother was born. My cousin was born in the years between us and she started babysitting him, too. When I started preschool at the age of… Continue reading This Isn’t How I Pictured It
Am I selfish? Am I stupid? Have I done wrong by my son, bringing him into this world constantly seized by hate, terror, and violence? These thoughts popped into my head with every pushed notification I received on my iPhone from AP News as word of the Paris attacks broke in the US yesterday afternoon.… Continue reading Thoughts After Paris
Second half of a two-parter about sorting out my shit.