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Monthly archive February, 2012
My Hairy-Armed Cocoon

My Hairy-Armed Cocoon

Sometimes, it’s all just too much. Even for me, former Happier Than Most poster girl. Tired, moody teenagers. Injured husbands. Dreary weather. Ex-husbands and shared custody. PMS. Lack of sleep. And not enough exercise. Last week was just one of those weeks where the stars aligned to tell me to go f*#k off. It was...
I Am A Fraud

I Am A Fraud

I am a fraud. If you look closely, you’ll see it. My rosacea showing through my tinted moisturizer. My gray roots starting to show on the sides of my hairline. My muffin top hidden by the expensive shirt I got from Anthropologie. That someone else paid for. The $13.95 sticker on the bottom of the...
Menstrual Cycle Hero

Menstrual Cycle Hero

I’m 46 years old. I’ve been menstruating for 33 of those years. And I know to the day when I’m going to get my next period. (Friday, February 24th. AKA tomorrow.) I also know that some day, probably in the not too distant future, this will change. I’ll begin my journey in to menopause, with...
Not Quite An Adult (Small)

Not Quite An Adult (Small)

My son starts a new baseball season tonight. He’s always loved playing baseball so he’s really excited for it. This will be his last year in our town’s rec league because he’ll age out. He’s almost 15. And he’s grown quite a bit taller since last year. Taller than me by seven plus inches. So...
To My Warm, Naked Valentine

To My Warm, Naked Valentine

I couldn’t sleep the other night. It was the second night in a row that I had a bad dream. The first night, I dreamt that my ex-husband had died. And I was in a car driving around looking for my kids because I knew they needed me. And I couldn’t find them. I woke...
I (Secretly) Love Las Vegas

I (Secretly) Love Las Vegas

I have a secret love. It’s name is Las Vegas. I can hear the gasps. And the disbelief. “Seriously? WTF?” Yup. Seriously. But my Vegas is different than most people’s. My Vegas has evolved over the last eight years. The first couple of times I went, with my boyfriend who became my husband, were all...