Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

I wrote a poem once, not one of my favorites, but anyway it was years ago.  A young girl, 21, was engaged to one of my employees and became pregnant.  In her 8th month, she got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, and collapsed.  She blocked the door with her…

Four years and two weeks ago, I met a conservative young man and we made polite conversation about our recent world travels and the weather.  Our conversation has taken a rather more intimate turn in the years since.   Him: “Okay, so once you bend over the sink at the proper angle, you insert the…

Everybody send me some virtual Tylenol, because I am in pain today.  Every muscle in my lower body is sore and aching; I’m even experiencing leg cramps for the first time ever.  Why?  God only knows.  Too much sitting, perhaps.  My uterus is nipping at me hourly, reminding me “Hey!  I’m down here!  I’m expanding! …

I can’t write about anything in my life right now that does not have to do with a tiny gymnastics performing tadpole in my belly, so I’m going to devote this NaBloPoMo day to a blast from the past, a thrilling near death experience that I rarely recall, but vividly remember when I do.  In…

Dear Jack:   Firstly, I probably won’t normally write these weekly because you don’t do much right now.  There isn’t a whole lot to share with the future you right now, except – hey!  I don’t feel sick anymore!  Holy cow!  I’m hungry and thirsty and peeing a lot!  And that stopped being interesting before…