At Least They're Committed

Don’t be fooled by the overt optimism, things are about as bad as I can possibly imagine and I’m desperate to get my children set up for a successful life —  meaning healthy, happy and self sufficient. Shit just keeps happening and I spend hours upon hours trying to figure out how to fix it.… Read more

7-11 guy was sweet this a.m. as I picked up a soda and a coffee while D got gas in preparation for borrowing my car for a much overdue guys’ day out with his high school friend Gabe from New Mexico. (Run-on!) I kept thinking 7-11 dude was saying “gage,” but he was saying age and when I finally… Read more

Speaking of idioms, it occurs to me that “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush” is only true if you want to eat the bird. In that case, the two in the bush are worth nothing to you because saying something you can see and can’t have is worth two of one… Read more

“I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike. I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride it where I like . . . ” I’ve had that Queen song stuck in my head — in a good way — since Mother’s Day when my family presented me with a… Read more

Stuffing my hand into my beach bag, I pull out my phone, blow the sand off the screen and check my cryptic notes before starting this blog. It’s over, I’m home. I’m typing this naked (ALONE!) with sticky brown dye streaking through my overwrought, sun-bleached hair, Biore strips running horizontally across my face and tiger stripes where my… Read more

As a little girl living in Ann Arbor it pissed me off to no end that during the summer, when it was light outside well past 9 p.m., I was still sent to bed at 8. The ceiling in my room at 3369 Beaumont was sloped, so the open window was low, with its sill at the level… Read more