My Hair Has a Mind of Its Own
My hair became impossibly thick. I started getting teased in grade school as the adorable curls morphed into some curls, some shag carpeting.
My hair became impossibly thick. I started getting teased in grade school as the adorable curls morphed into some curls, some shag carpeting.
There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.
Some moms might plan their kids time to the point of overscheduling. Not me. I’ve created the lazy mom’s guide to staycation.
By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.
Some of my best friends are people I’ve never met. I don’t mean that in a “strangers are just friends you haven’t made yet” sort of way. They’re from the internet.
I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”
Bullying. The not so last frontier of childhood. Despite the passing of decades, it is one piece of childhood that refuses to go away.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
I started wondering about the accountability of personal trainers. What if I didn’t tell Tim about my health, followed his diet, and wound up in the hospital?
“So is motherhood worth it?” asks my colleague somewhat skeptically from across the cafeteria table.
My hair became impossibly thick. I started getting teased in grade school as the adorable curls morphed into some curls, some shag carpeting.
There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.
Some moms might plan their kids time to the point of overscheduling. Not me. I’ve created the lazy mom’s guide to staycation.
By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.
Some of my best friends are people I’ve never met. I don’t mean that in a “strangers are just friends you haven’t made yet” sort of way. They’re from the internet.
I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”
Bullying. The not so last frontier of childhood. Despite the passing of decades, it is one piece of childhood that refuses to go away.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
I started wondering about the accountability of personal trainers. What if I didn’t tell Tim about my health, followed his diet, and wound up in the hospital?
“So is motherhood worth it?” asks my colleague somewhat skeptically from across the cafeteria table.