I wipe the kid’s nose on the bottom of my shirt while simultaneously swiping my sweating forehead with the collar. I scratch my tangled ponytail only to find a leaf lodged scalp-deep. I laugh when a little girl runs by, stopping to point out the rainbow of chalk handprints smacked across my stretchy pants. The wind blows,… Continue reading Fashion Forward… Backwards, Inside-Out & Hogtied
The smell of lilac and Bengay floating through the air. This air, confused as all visitors, is warm and stagnant, unable to breathe or roam without the swift kick of an air conditioner. Floral patterns hug plaid and hold hands with toile. The pale blue carpet wags its shags atop and in between your toes, offering comfort and coziness that… Continue reading Be Nice or Leave…and with that I’ll make my exit.
“An inability to stay quiet is one of the conspicuous failings of mankind.” -Walter Bagehot I’m wearing slick socks to ensure a definite lack of creaking floorboards, I’ve turned off the television much to the dismay of my pint-sized president of The Mickey Mouse Fan Club of America, and I’m whisper typing these sentences despite my ritual of singing… Continue reading A Piece of Quiet
Sun smacks my face, and something tells me this Sunday morning is punishment. I rub crusty, caked-on makeup boogers from my eye and flinch at the sniff of my gnarly breath. I am wearing one high-heeled boot, a pair of sagging sweatpants, and a towel wrapped my torso. I feel an itch and upon scratching find… Continue reading Wine & Dine & Wine: Why There’s Hope In A Hangover
I read a book once. It was all downhill from there. When a little plastic stick told me a baby was on the way, I gave that solid pink line a fake smile and swallowed some panic. This would be the first of many improvisations as a mother to be followed by a… Continue reading The Best Bad Mom