And so your baby springs to his feet and - oops, health wait! down? no! up! go! - toddles toward the flowers - wait! stop! flowers! ooh! - and then - hey! up!...
This, for those of you following at home, is called phoning it in.
I am so exhausted from a weekend visiting in-laws - during which Emilia took up drumming and basketball and other activities more...
The only difference between these two musical performances, so far as I can tell, is that in only one does anyone burst into flame.Which is good, because I don't, as a rule, keep fire...
When I was a kid, my mom used to joke about her boobs. "They're tube socks!" she'd hoot. "I have to roll them up to get them in my bra."
I would cringe and recoil....
The world, sometimes, is an ugly place. A spectacularly ugly place. A place that is made all the uglier for the fact that its ugliness creeps in at the edges, smothering the beauty in...
"Hello, sweet girl," she said, swooping Emilia into her arms. "I've waited a very long time to meet you.""To meet me?""Yes, you. I've known you your whole life, and now I finally get to...
Yesterday was my birthday. I have very little reflective to say about that because, apoplectic you know, pharmacy anything that I might say would probably have something to with growing old (I...
I've written about abortion and depression and my relationship with my psychiatrist. I've written about perineal tears and my boobs and nursing another woman's child. I've written about pretty much every uncomfortable thing that...
All that worrying about guns, and I somehow forgot that I grew up in Western Canada in the seventies. With parents who collected antique rifles. You know: old guns. Which, apparently, they used as...
