“A peacefulness follows any decision, even the wrong one,” said Rita Mae Brown. To which respond, “False. Unless peacefulness is a code word for snot rags, tires of belly fat, and Wrinkly Old Baggy Face Syndrome.” Oh, and here’s some explanation. A California woman recently sued the manufacturers of Olay Regenerist anti-aging products claiming the company boasted… Continue reading Common Sense: Interrupting My Freedom Since 1987
My dad tells this charming story about the time he found the Jeff Nelsons of America. The story became charming sometime around 1993 when I realized that in addition to going by Dad, Daddy, Daddio, (whiny voice) Duh-aaaaad, and The Tennessee Wooden Spoon Spanking Machine, my father also- for some reason or another- went by Jeff Nelson. As I… Continue reading I, meet Me.
Friends, you might have noticed my complete absence from the blogging world last week. Then again, you might be one of the 99% thinking “Oh, that girl. Um, welcome back?”. Whichever percentile you play in, I am here today to tell you of a week spent sans computer and plus protest. That’s right. This politically… Continue reading Occupy Couch : A (Lack of) Movement For The People
My kid is better than all kids. This thought, stuffed full of ego and superiority and such, has kept me sane throughout my first year-and-then-some as a mother. I’ve secretly delighted in the whoop-ass shaming local toddlers cast upon their frazzled mamas in parking lots and sandwich shops, public restrooms and detergent aisles.… Continue reading blame it on the juice
*We played hopscotch in the back corner of the drive with chalk scraped into crooked lines and numbers distributed as best we could remember them from grade school math class. My cousin, holding the sunnier disposition, commenced to hopping. I sat with palms to asphalt, leveling on eye to the ground to scrutinize our work . The… Continue reading hopscotch & loyalty