A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
I’m very disappointed in a certain husband of mine. I’ll call him “Husband X” so that he can retain his anonymity. But, you should know a wedge has come up in my marriage, and I need your support now more than ever. I can’t let you know which side of the debate I’m on at …
Due to my continued interest my country going to hell in a hand-basket and due to my motherly instinct to prevent said hand-basket from reaching its destination in my child’s lifetime, I subscribe via e-mail to a lot of progressive newsletters. Today will mark the beginning of the end of most of those newsletters reaching …
When I had long hair, it always took curls well, but it never kept curls well. It would be beautiful for an hour or until I tried to do anything with it, and then the curls would all fall out. My mom had an interesting phrase she liked to use when she’d catch me primping …
I was baptized Catholic soon after my mom brought my tiny diapered butt home from the hospital, but I was destined to become a heathen. How could I become anything else when what I always wanted more than anything was to find god? I’m happy to say I finally did. I found my very own …
I’m not physically sick. Just sick of hearing myself think. I’ll be back when I’m no longer feeling existential. Don’t worry. It’s probably nothing some chocolate ice cream and a chick flick won’t fix.
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