Breakfast with J

J didn’t sleep well last night and neither did I.  Granted, Husband took care of J all night, but I kept waking up hearing either J crying or weird sounds from my dreams.  At one point, I was convinced I heard a woman screaming as though she were being attacked.  I jumped out of bed […]

Things I Hate

There are things that I hate… and usually I can mask my disdain for them but one week out of every month, my hatred rises up into the back of my throat and threatens to gag me with sheer distaste and disgust.  This is that week. These are things I hate: 1. Girls who have […]

I am NOT a supermodel.

On Friday, I was fortunate enough to have a hair appointment at 3:00.  I say that I was fortunate for several reasons, the least of which is my actual hair. See, I had to take J to work with me on Friday.  He was running a high fever and was stuck to me like velcro.  […]

Red Dress Club: Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

Red Dress Club: This week’s prompt is simple: write a piece, fiction or non-fiction, inspired by this delicious shot. Word limit is 600. I’d really appreciate constructive criticism on this and every piece I attempt! Thanks!!   She was pressed against the glass, dirt-stained fingers splayed out on both sides of her wide-eyed stare. “That […]

My Military Soapbox

On Tuesday, I trekked upstairs to my neighbor’s apartment to hang out and have a few glasses of wine.  While we were chatting, the subject veered toward her time at the St. Patrick’s Day parade in Savannah.  She told me about the floats and the music and the on-lookers.  And she told me about a […]

View from the Top

When I graduated from law school, I already had a job.  Not only did I have a job, I had a job in the city I already lived in, with people I already knew.  I was on top of the world. Every morning, I would put on my business casual attire and my snazzy heels and drive myself […]

You Might be A Mother if…

We’re quickly approaching the stage where it becomes brutally embarrassing to be a parent in public.  J is a little parrot but he can’t actually say things quite as well as he’d like and some of his words sound a bit… funny.  We’ve gotten some curious looks in public already and I have a feeling […]

Project: ME!

I started this whole “Project” as a way to get back in touch with me.  I wanted to find out if I even am the person I used to be… anywhere.  In any way.  And it’s been a real struggle. But along the way, I’ve learned something pretty interesting.  A lot of the things I wasn’t […]

Lessons in Domesticity

When I was growing up, for some reason I equated the ability to fold a fitted sheet with adulthood.  I thought that somewhere along the way, you learned the trick to folding those damn elastic sheets into something beautiful and flat like my Grandmother’s sheets and like the ones in my parents’ house. Only here’s […]

Is this what they call a mid-life crisis?

All my life I have believed that “old” is a state of mind.  I’ve always thought that you can just be “you,” whoever that is, forever. But lately? Lately I’m starting to wonder. I don’t feel very me anymore. I feel old.  I feel boring.  I feel like I don’t know who I am. Or […]

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