Hypocrisy in Marriage: A Horror Story
A marital horror incident of epic proportions. In mine own living room. Read at your own risk.
A marital horror incident of epic proportions. In mine own living room. Read at your own risk.
Today, I share with you some recent revelations I’ve had concerning pregnancy. I’ve concluded that humanity speaks in code about this, and one doesn’t get to decipher said code until one enters the state of being with child. I’ve decided to reveal five of the secrets to you, that you might be better prepared for your own future or at least come to a deeper understanding of certain apparently crazy women of your acquaintance…
To celebrate National Poetry Month — which is now — craftsy knitter, editor extraordinaire, and Kindle All-Stars La Consigliera Laurie Laliberte is blogging various poets during the course of this month. And, much to my delight, she has chosen to feature me and my poem “night sunshine.”
A little late, here is the second half of my list: 10 Things They Don’t Tell You About Being A Baby Factory! Today, we’re featuring hyenas and zombies.
In case you didn’t know already: I’m pregnant! After a rough first trimester and to celebrate my return from The Nefarious Kingdom of Nausea and Exhaustion, I’ve put together a list of ten things that, if they didn’t surprise me entirely over the last few months, at least caused my expectations (expectations, get it? ha ha) to morph into something unrecognizable pretty much overnight….
Hello, my lovelies! It’s been awhile since you’ve seen me around here regularly. I know, sweet things, I’ve missed you, too. Just a brief update: Pregnancy is going well, and Week 15 begins tomorrow. Nausea is receding, and energy is returning. Can I get a hallelujah?! It feels soooooo good to be back among the …
Well, my lovelies, it’s the last day of the year! Thus, it’s time for me to share with you the list of books I read this year.
In this post, I talk about my ongoing battle with a condition called “neurocardiogenic syncope.”
Hello, my lovelies. In case you hadn’t noticed, I spent November firmly and happily ensconced in this year’s National Novel Writing Month, abbreviated to NaNoWriMo for your convenience. NaNoWriMo is the manic, overcaffeinated, unpaid, underslept, head-desking, face-palming, keyboard-hammering, plot-bunnying, ninja-zombieing, annual November endeavor of hundreds of thousands of writers world-wide, each writing their own 50,000-word …
So, when I mentioned earlier today that Tony Healey at fringescientist.com was gonna post an interview with me “tomorrow,” I was thinking of “tomorrow” in terms of *my* time zone. Tony, however, is not in my time zone. Tony dwells far, far away in a land called “United Kingdom” — which, of course, means that …