Category Archives: Aside

The ever-fabulous Scary Mommy made a list of inspiring books for moms who need a pick-me-up. My essay is in #4! That’s a personal pick-me-up!
Check out the list here, then go on and pick up the book here.  Or here. (And, you know, the other books, too. They’re pretty great.)
Here in the Middle

I don’t have a lot to say today (stop applauding, please) due to some ongoing gnarly dental stuff that today meant two drooling hours in a dentist’s chair and now over three hours of a throbbing headache. More on that when I am not snarling quite so much.

But I will leave you with this little gem…

This column — both writer and advice — spoke so clearly to me that I got a little emotional after giving myself whiplash from nodding so aggressively. I have been that letter writer. I could have used this advice once upon a time.

Check it out, grow some cherry tomatoes, and try to live in a world that is bereft of mediocre fluffers. It’s a nice place to hang your hat and get some work done.

 

 

I can’t dismiss out of hand the possibility of past lives because I bend over in the bathroom.

Stay with me here.

Every time I bend over in the bathroom, I have a terrible sense that I’m going to crack my head on the counter, or on an open cabinet, or on the little bench we have in there. The weird thing is, I always, always, turn away from all counters, drawers, or pretty much any surface if I have to tie my shoe, or scratch an ankle, or floof my hair. It doesn’t matter how much empty space is around me. It doesn’t matter how conscious I am of my surroundings. I always have this sense that I’m going to bonk my head hard.

I only get this feeling in the bathroom.

I have never clocked myself in the head, in the bathroom or any other room.

Perhaps the only utterly scientific explanation is some weird sort of déjà vu a past life. Of course, it is also possible that I have clocked myself in the head, perhaps multiple times, and I just don’t remember it beyond some dusty corner in my brain that is too woozy to warn me properly by the usual channels of memory.