“She is so strong,” The echo came From one nurse to Next, always the same. From long blood and Lines of strength she Came. Bringing the flood And a spirit so free. My beauty, my girl, My Arrie-Marie
Surgery Song
Honest Farts
Early in the honeymoon phase of mine and my husband’s ten-year relationship, I had drifted into sleep while he quietly finished his book. Somewhere in the moments of early sleep and deep body relaxation, I let one rip. I have never in my life farted so loudly I woke myself up, but that night I... Continue Reading →
Gurl, Don’t be an Assh*le
Last week I was traveling with my toddler on the last leg of our long journey. She was exhausted and had not seen her father in eight days. The last time she and I flew, she could sit on my lap. Now, two and half years old and screaming bloody murder, she had to sit... Continue Reading →
Love Is A Politely Screaming Child
A woman (in a stunning art deco rain coat that my grandmother would have attempted to purchase from her on the spot) gave Arden and I her cart at Aldi today. "On me." she said. "what a polite little girl." Yes it was only 25 cents, but three steps later, when Arden melted-down over having to... Continue Reading →
