In Judy Brady’s article, “I Want a Wife,” she concludes with the question, “My God, who wouldn’t want a wife?” But after reading the article, which lists the numerous examples of all that is expected of wives, and… Read More ›
Literary Shenanigans
Holding My Breath: What It Means to Be a Woman
I am a woman. But, what does that mean? What does it even mean to be a woman? I’ve attempted to come up with a nice, concise definition, and yet I have been unable to. This must certainly be because… Read More ›
I Said I Loved Him; I Said Goodbye
I will NOT be that woman. You know, the one who makes all the wrong choices and then takes on the role of victim? No thank you. Accountability. Am I right ladies? I made the wrong choice in marrying my… Read More ›
The Antidote to Frustration
I am listening to Tony Robins right now. He’s my occasional guy. Right now, with the new year fast approaching, I’ve rekindled our relationship. He is asking me to write down any given emotions I feel in a week. Can… Read More ›
An In-Between Love
I said good bye. But he said it was not good bye. That is what he said. And so I am waiting on whatever it is that is not good bye. What is it? What is it that compels us… Read More ›
Jumping In
Here in the cabin. On the lake. We jumped in. All of us. Well, almost all of us. Me: If you don’t suffer it’s not good. Carol: Tame the wild elephant. I am the wild elephant. Lav: Soften the edges…. Read More ›
The Forever Winter
It should be springtime. New life, fresh colors, the smell of blossoms, the warm breeze… Life! Joy! New beginnings!! And yet… And yet… And yet the sun is still hiding and the sky is still stubbornly somber. The trees stand… Read More ›
Texting and the Decline of Language (Or Is It?)
John McWhorter gives an interesting and engaging Ted Talk about texting and how many bemoan the way in which texting is dumbing us down. Well, not me. I don’t text. Although, now that I am following those butterflies (my super… Read More ›
Infixes Are Absoflippinglutely Fandiddlytastic!
I have an aversion to profanity. I do. My fifteen-year-old son would have me subscribe to the attitude that a word is just a word. I will not. I must draw the line somewhere, and profanity is that line. Imagine… Read More ›
What Makes A Word Realz?
I decided eight weeks ago that I would pursue an MA in English for three different reasons. The first is that I am a single mother, and during the weekends when my children are away, I find myself under the… Read More ›