I’ll be honest. I’m not used to it. I knew it would be a challenge, because Mate and I are always better at living beyond our means than within them, but I never thought that going on a date with my husband would involve going grocery shopping and then doing the happy dance when it… Read More

* My throat hurts and my head’s stuffy. Fucking germs. * Sarah Palin is making me flat out nauseous with anger, disgust, and shame for my X-chromosome. Fucking politics. * The students taught me a new word for blow-job today while discussing President Clinton in the context of Patrick Henry’s ability to manipulate the media…. Read More

So the Cave Troll climbed into bed with us Sunday night/Monday morning. I rolled over, touched his leg, WOKE UP and said, “Holy shit, who put the nuclear reactor in our bed because something is burning the fuck up!” No, I didn’t say that. I do recall saying, “Oh, fuck–how sick are you?” 103 degrees… Read More

My husband’s company picnic was last night–I told someone it was like something from an 80’s movie and they asked me to clarify, so let’s go with this: It was sort of big and overblown and decadent. For starters, they rented out the local minor-league baseball field and the kiddie bounce houses therein. (There were… Read More

I’m having a terrible time resolving a central issue about Bitter Moon II that I thought I had resolved when I was writing the damned thing. It’s SOOOOOO frustrating–because every time I ponder it, it makes me cry, and then I resolve it, and I cry some more, and then I think about changing it… Read More