Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

Sad day, much wailing and sobbing and gnashing of teeth, etc. etc.  I am a pathetic sight.  But – because we all need to laugh through our tears – a Friday story for you all:   So, I plan on pumping milk for the kid while I’m here.  I put a sign on both of my doors with a picture…

I’m terribly sad today, everyone.  I go back to work in 48 hours.  It’s got me down.  Starting Friday, I’ll be spending more time apart from him than I will with him.   I just keep thinking how I’ll miss so much while I’m gone all day.  I’ll miss his first laugh.  His first step. …

In the school year of 2002-03, I pursued (and finished) my MA while living in Stratford-upon-Avon in England.  My degree is officially from the University of Birmingham (and that’s the U.K. Birmingham, not the one in Alabama), but I only went to Birmingham once per week, by coach, with the rest of my class.  The rest of…

. . . are so dumb, they make my head explode.  They have even less-subtle consumerism than most of the v. un-subtle rags on the market.  Fear!  The world is out to GET YOUR BABY, and also, ALL THE OTHER BABIES ARE SMARTER/FASTER/WALKING EARLIER/TALKING SOONER THAN YOURS.  So here, buy this!   I think I’ll stick with National Geographic….

To Jack on (approximately) your 1 month birthday, typed with one hand as you sprawl, sleeping, in my arms:   I could wax poetic on the sweet perfection of the peach fuzz on your tiny ears.  Write a haiku about your post-nursing milk face, or song lyrics about how your hair sticks up at the crown…