You know how sometimes you walk around and your mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives? I call that Thursday. Whatever I did to jank up my wrist, I’m sorry …
I cannot rejoice in the death of a madman. Too many innocents have died at his hand. I cannot celebrate. Too many have cried. I do not feel relief or joy. Too many other madmen want to cause us pain …
Oh, I’m sure that title alone will piss some people off. Because, you know, gifted means the child in question is smarter, prettier, more special, more deserving, walks on water, dispenses poop in scented plastic baggies, and has absolutely no …
I’m sure we’ve all heard the oft-repeated phrase, “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle.” It’s been said to me more than once…can’t imagine why. At some point, likely in the very near future, I’m going to snap, …
Because I wanted to give A his very own post celebrating his advancement to ten digits, I left off pretty much everything that happened yesterday. Jen? What all happened on 14 April, The Year of Our Lord 2011? I have …
Ten years ago I was a very different person. I thought I was stressed. I was convinced I was busy. And I knew I could handle parenting. You’ve all peed yourselves laughing, haven’t you? What a difference a decade makes. …
At some point this morning, between pouring meds down a half-sleeping child’s throat and inhaling my first cup of coffee, I realized that I’d rather drink a bucket of warm yak spit than return to Denver this afternoon. I’m sure …
I have a terminal case of the “somedays.” I blame it on finding so much in life fascinating and having a finite amount of (interrupted) time in the here and now. Someday…I’ll get all my pictures sorted in Aperture and …
With a name like Jennifer Elizabeth, I’ve had my share of nicknames. Nicknames based on my first name, based on my middle name, based on my last name. Nicknames only my mom may call me, nicknames from high school, nicknames …
When I was in college, working my ass off on my undergraduate degrees, I’d often talk about hitting “the wall.” It was when I’d be working really hard on my flute, and suddenly out of nowhere, forward progress came to …
