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!
Asides
Ever Give Yourself Whiplash?
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.
Past Lives and The Never-Concussion
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.
Jackie Pick 