The most stressful part of faux parenthood was not that the children were difficult or the job was physically demanding (though it was a workout). It wasn’t that I had to be constantly on my guard (though I did). For … Continue reading
I have cried–wept–no fewer than six separate times today. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I didn’t even push anything out of my crotch for it. I can never be a mother.
Today was the halfway mark of the Faux Motherhood project. I finally busted out the camera to prove that I was here. Here they are, Captain Angry Eyes and Ginger in the photographic flesh: I have a serious anxiety problem … Continue reading
September 2011 marks the start of my 25th year alive on this old earth. I’m not having a quarter-life crisis. But I nearly am. It’s not that I necessarily feel old—I have enough post-25 readers to know that I would … Continue reading
Thank you to my four friends (all of whom I know personally in real life as of June!) who participated in Saturday Steals over the weekend. Here’s what they stole: Chloe from My New Life as a Housewife got lots … Continue reading
I was seventeen when I first heard about the concept of The List. Bob and me when I was more or less 17—young and idealistic. Have you heard of it? The List of the top five or ten celebrities with … Continue reading
One thing that infuriates me about my husband is his staunch refusal to justify my infuriation. That is to say, he never grants me the satisfaction of being rightfully upset with him. He’s developed this incredible knack for turning it … Continue reading