Queen of Three, and Me.

Where to begin an angry rant that made you google ‘fuck you’ songs? I’ll tell you where I won’t begin. I won’t begin by saying: “First of all, I just love my life. My children are everything to me, and everyday I wake up to the shrill call of Momma my heart grows a bit … Continue reading →

No More to Give

At a certain point, one simply runs out of fucks to give. All the fucks you had in your fucks bag, bag of fucks if you will, are gone. You reach your expectant hand into that bag and try to scoop one out. You swirl it around, shake the bag, turn it upside down, and … Continue reading →

“They got the best of me!” “Don’t let them get the best of you.” “You’ll never get the best of me again.” We say it like it’s a weakness, for someone to get the best of us. It’s treated like something that we shouldn’t be giving out.Something that must be earned. The very best of … Continue reading →

Protected: Talking, not Talking

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Stop Holding Your Breath

At a stoplight listening to Levitt and Dubner’s “Think Like a Freak,” I grab the post-its and a pen out of the cubby beside me and jot this down: “Sometimes in life, going right up the middle is the boldest move of all.” I often write down things on post-its and put them on my … Continue reading →

“Except when they don’t, because sometimes they won’t.”

Yesterday was my son’s first birthday party. I was surprised how emotional I was about the day and the party, how sensitive I was. My mother tends to be on the bossy side when we’re around people. She kept telling me to leave my son alone and let him do things on his own. When … Continue reading →

A Shattered Cistern

In college, I took one class in Kabbalah. It’ll be fun! I thought. It was very interesting subject matter after all. It turns out that the Professor didn’t read the papers we wrote and graded only how padded our bibliographies were. It was the only ‘C’ I ever got. I got a failing grade on … Continue reading →