So there's this bag. It arrived, stuffed in my mailbox. Hm. I'm not expecting a package. Upon removing it from my mailbox I glimpsed at the sender. All I needed was a glimpse, and I knew I was opening that fucker. Matter of fact, it was the...
The kids' toys have invaded every room of my house and it's making me little crazy. Right now, there are three rooms in desperate need of painting, a brigade of dandelions invading my garden, and stacks of papers that have built up over a dreary,...
As much as I would like to be the kind of person who hears lines of poetry narrating their day-to-day life...
I swipe a burp-clothe-gloved hand under each breast to wipe away the slick, soupy mess that has accumulated there. I have always had large breasts, but since my milk came in, they overwhelm me. It’s the hottest summer on record in the Pacific Northwest and...
There are two beliefs that flow like an undercurrent beneath all the stratified layers of anxiety in my life. The details of our pasts make up the individual patches in the quilt of our lives and those patches are vital to the patterns we create in our future. And...
I'm an Internet author stalker. Almost two years ago when I made the resolution to embark on a writing career I began studying a variety of things; publishing, plot structure, classic literature, principles of fiction-- all through the highly reputable University of Google. Someday they will send me...
I am not a bug person. I get squeamish when I see spiders and I'd rather not touch slugs if I can help it. I know spiders and slugs aren't technically bugs, but whatever, same difference. So, it strikes me as odd that I'm about to write another blog post about...
I didn't want to publish this post. When I started writing it, it quickly turned into Bitchfest 2011 scheduled to perform in a venue for one. I didn't want to publish it because I wanted to maintain a positive vibe here and write about all sorts of enlightening things, not the darkness...