“Goodnight,” says thirty-five. This year, my thirty-fifth year, was a big year for me; I had a baby. Pregnancy is funny because it’s such a momentous thing—and yet it’s also so common. There are few monopolies—you suffer from the same things that many people you… Read More
So I just had a baby, and I know I should write a little about that—and I fully intend to—but today I’m obsessing over a book I just read.
First I was going to write this post to tell you that I changed my voter registration and have rejoined the GOP. I wasn’t particularly happy about that decision—I relished being an Independent more than I thought I would—but NYT was claiming that for the… Read More
the fact is, i am laying in bed, my belly a watermelon bruising my ribs, my heart long since subdued. the next months will be worse, i know, i tell myself, as i lay on my side, sharp pains and dull aches matched with nauseousness,… Read More
April is National Poetry Month, which I am in principle hugely excited about, but this year I have been almost completely negligent in celebrating it. I did manage to send one very bad rough draft of a poem to a fellow poetry-minded friend, so that’s… Read More
So someone just sent me an article letting me know that the book exchange chain letter pyramid scheme I posted on Facebook and also on this blog yesterday is not only unlikely to work but also illegal. I’m torn between feeling like I’m letting the… Read More