Because it’s Friday and my brain-juice is on E . . . And because it is a phrase that makes my husband laugh . . . I’ve decided that all of the explorations of where we could possibly be moving are going to fall under the category of "I Drink Your Milkshake." Which…
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Just over the last week, you have been insatiably hungry. Baby boy, you are eating more than a one year old – 8 ounces in your bottle, every 2.5 hours. You spit lots of it up, but you can’t be soothed until you’ve gorged yourself. This cow has had to up production, and between that…
Upcoming Project for Your Reading Pleasure and My Own Sanity
For your reading pleasure, you will soon be finding out AAAAALL about the plenty-thousand locales that Patrick and I are looking at for next year’s move. In brief: The husband has been disserting away in between all-too-frequent feedings and diaper explosions. He is going "on the market" this fall, as they say. The market…
I wonder why politicians always seem so immoral?
It makes me heartsick to see another woman standing by her skeezoid man, in the press at least, while he warbles on about narcissism and power and temptation (and frankly – do any of these women who have affairs with politicians these days look tempting to you?) And she is made the fool in front…
Having Faith by Sandra Steingraber
It’s hard for me to review this book, for two reasons. Reason number one – my kid is crying for my attention right now. Reason number two – I’m still trying to figure out what the book means to me, and how I am going to change my life in response to having read it….