I’m in a Domestic Violence Law class this semester, a class that should have the alternate title: The Most Depressing Class You’ll Ever Take.* In short, because I have two exceedingly short people at my knees who are being exceedingly needy right now, my friend teaches a class. This class is trying to get a…
Category: Sometimes I Get Hepped Up and Think I Know a Thing or Two
Red Rubber Ball Addendum – Breakup Songs
The past post got me thinking about breakup songs. The song I listened to during the breakup memorialized by that post was awesome. It powered me through some workouts. It was not the kind of song that stands the test of time – it was one of those angsty emo rock kind of things that…
To Quote Paul Simon – The Morning Sun is Shining Like a Red Rubber Ball
In the middle of the night on a day in late June, 2003 – the very same day my now-sister-in-law got married – a relationship ended that I desperately did not want to end. The boy, who I loved very much, and who was very young, called me at 1 in the morning, waking me…
Allow Me to Indulge in a Rant, If You Would
I have less than an hour before I have to leave to pick up my child, and I declare defeat. To attempt to work on my research in this small window of time is foolish. I would just get going, several brower windows open, my mind reoriented to where I left off, and then bang…
Hot
It is hot, and the AC does not work, not in our house, not with a mouse, not in our car, makes me go RAWR. (Sorry, Seuss.) Angus (not his real name) is really cooking now, quite literally, a little radiator in my belly. I think of Aristotle, who said that female fetuses are just…