“Mom, did I come and visit you guys at your old house?” Max asks as he munches on a snap pea. We are sitting at the table finishing dinner. “What do you mean?” I ask. He’s talking about the house Scott and I lived in before we had kids. “Oh—are you talking about what daddy said the other day? ... Read More about Where did they Come From?
A few Maxisms that have rolled in over the last few days: Sitting on the floor with my mom:"Baba? Do you even have a penis?" "No, Max. No, I don't." "Oh. Do you have baginas?" "Just one." "Not all?"After managing to pee his shorts while standing at the toilet:"I was trying to pee in the potty, but ... Read More about More Potty Humor
I just want to take a moment and thank those of you who are reading. I’ve gotten some really positive feedback on my writing, and that means the world to me. I’ve never wanted to be anything but a writer. Except when I wanted to be a theater actress, a rock star, a grief counselor, or a hockey ... Read More about Thank You
It’s been a weird week. A trip to the emergency room, the death of a friend. Then, I spent the day before my birthday in bed with an evil stomach bug. When I woke up on my birthday and didn’t need to heave, I felt giddy. I was alive, and had somehow made it to 39. Still weak from the accidental ... Read More about Majedy
I woke up in the wee hours of Tuesday morning with stomach cramps. It was that same crushing tightness of a labor contraction. Except instead of giving birth to a tiny, sweet-faced, sleepy conehead, I spent the next six hours ejecting foul-smelling slime. From everywhere. My body was pissed and ... Read More about Mama Worth