Preaching the gospel
26 Apr 2011
[from the front of a journal] a birthday gift from my mothership
Archive for April, 2011
TwO sTuPid OwLs.
24 Apr 2011
I’ve received a few requests to post the stupid owl painting referenced in Preggo Confession No. 6. Here it is in all its putrid glory. I painted it on a sheet of watercolor paper. It was a trial run. As a result, I’ve decided to NOT paint owls for The Baby Cave. I’ve got a [...]
Pregnancy Confession No. 6
21 Apr 2011
[My husband keeps me sane.] I’ve heard that some women can’t stand their husbands when they’re pregnant. Not this woman. As independent as I think I am. As strong. As determined. As tenacious and scrappy. I’m afraid I’d be a tragic mess without Joe. I don’t tell him enough. How happy I am that I [...]
Exhale.
14 Apr 2011
I rarely use this space to complain. I hate complaining. At least in print anyway. But I’ve been having a rough few days. I’m exhausted. Mentally and physically. Creatively spent and physically taxed. Torn between two halves of my brain. Stretched, literally and figuratively, to the point where I fear I might pop. I came [...]
For my 29th birthday, a Pulitzer.
10 Apr 2011
(Because I share a birthday with Joseph Pulitzer, that muckraking genius.) Today is my birthday. And what am I doing for it? Well, right now I’m sitting in my backyard in my green sky chair. In pajamas. Drinking an iced tea and listening to the sound of church bells four blocks away signal the 12 [...]
Things you can’t shake
06 Apr 2011
There is (of course) a story behind the salt shaker on my kitchen counter. It was an unintentional wedding gift, given to me on my wedding night inside a carton of french fries. After our wedding was through, and the band had packed up, and nearly every guest had been carried away by pumpkin at [...]
Crawlout Shelter: Baby Cave
03 Apr 2011
This used to be The Man Cave. It’s now The Baby Cave since the word nursery is kind of weak. I realize that “cave” implies that our child has fangs and bat wings, but in our current vampire-obsessed culture I think he’ll blend just fine. The room is 90 percent finished. When my dad comes [...]
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