Embrace your inner screw-up

I believe I once characterized my town as “not exactly a Stepford community,” but something close. I lied. It is, in many ways, worse than Stepford. Tonight I had a new friend over for dinner. D and I met through another dear friend, and upon discovering...

Eighth Installment: Facts and Fiction Friday (part two)

We fought the beach, and the beach won. A sandy time was had by all. Monkey and I are still the whitest white people on the planet. (Chickadee has browned up a bit, but Monkey and I are still casting a fierce glare off of ourselves.) The children are now exhausted and...

Eighth Installment: Facts and Fiction Friday (part one)

(Apropos of nothing, I feel compelled to point out that BlogSpot has endorsed me for the position of Shoe Shopping Wife. My banner ads are now for shoe stores! Sweet.) This week’s edition may be a bit briefer than usual (I can hear you cheering there, in the...

Pass the Advil and ask your questions

Well, the bubble burst a little. Surprise! But those few hours of contentment were nice. So, you know how thrilled I’ve been about finally being on the right medications and hormones and all of that, and feeling pretty much myself again? It’s been great....

Life is Good (six ways)

At last check, I had 50 58 comments on the “bloggerhood” post, many from folks I never would’ve “met” otherwise. Thank you again for coming in, hanging out, and being willing to share yourself with me! *** Chickadee asked me this morning,...

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