Do it for the boobs

(Not that I’m not enjoying wallowing in the self-pity of that last post, or anything, but….) A big shout-out to my homegirl Holly (or Vermont Holly, as those of us down with the uber-hip New England lingo call her) for sacrificing a large portion of her...

Insert martyred title here

Any veteran mom is used to dodging the slings and arrows of the child who complains that she is the meanest mama ever, or that all the other mamas are better, or that she revels in making her children miserable. Most of my compadres adopt the same attitude I do, when...

Hope, flattery, and loathing

See how I just run the gamut, like that? It’s a gift! Emotions just run thither and yon, more quickly than you can say, “Hey, where the heck IS ‘yon,’ anyway?” Hope: You may have read about it elsewhere, and as usual I’m a day late...

Oh, my aching calves

I thought I’d give y’all a preliminary update on my preparation for walking 60 miles this summer. Because I know everyone is just DYING to hear how I’m doing, like UNABLE TO SLEEP AT NIGHT wondering if I’m really doing this thing or if...

Pokehell

I would like to meet the person responsible for the Pokemon empire and chew up his face while twisting off his nipples and kneeing him in the groin. Of course, I assume there was a Y chromosome involved because no female would’ve sat down one day and said to...

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