Date Archives October 2012

My first book review: Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

I’m a massive book lover across many genres but I have to admit: My reading of fiction has suffered over the past few years. This has nothing to do — or at least little to do — with getting sucked into checking Facebook on my iPhone before bed instead of reading a book. The problem is this: I haven’t been able to get past those damn Harry Potter books. That story transported me so completely that everything else since then has fallen short. I’ve been desperate for a book to… Read More

Check me out!

Hey, blogmuffins! See that new blog bling I’ve got going on over there?  —-> Blogher.com has decided to feature one of my blog posts today! Check me out at Blogher.com under “What’s new” on the home page. (Not sure how long it will be there, so go NOW! What are you waiting for?) Thanks to Blogher for being totally awesome and sharing my work! Please be sure to check out Blogher.com for smart, enlightening viewpoints from women bloggers of all stripes.

The pangs of sympathetic divorce

Note: I wrote this more than a week ago. Certainly this situation aggravated the slow, acid-reflux burn of my own breakup. Feeling much better now than when I wrote it. No need to call the men with the white coats. You know, unless they’re single and cute … _____________ A marriage very close to me is breaking up. It’s so sad that I can’t bear it. Sad for everyone involved and sad for me, too. It all hits too close to home. They say that a tree will do a… Read More

Grief is a greedy bitch (or) Fuck, I’m depressed

  My friend called me yesterday. “I, uh, just thought I’d call …” she stammered. I finished the sentence for her “… to make sure I’m not cutting into my arms?” I laughed. I’m not sure that she did. The people around me are worried about me. I spent about five days walking around this world feeling so fragile that had I not looked in a mirror I would’ve sworn that I’d been walking around without skin. I wasn’t happy about this breakup at any point, but in the beginning… Read More

Funeral for a friend

Megan’s beloved hermit crab died the other week. She sobbed and sobbed over Isabella (whom Benjamin always delightfully referred to as “Mrs. Bella”). She cried in my arms when we found her deceased crustacean companion, and then again when we buried the tiny, now-exposed crabby body in the front flower bed. Megan used Isabella’s rainbow shell to mark the spot. After the burial Megan said to me rather frantically, “Mommy! I need to get another hermit crab! Can we go right now? Please??!!! Let’s go right now!” She hopped up… Read More

No Irish, no more

Well, peeps. Looks like I have some bad news for you all. Sorry. The Irishman? Done. Over. Finished. Sorry to disappoint. I know a lot of you liked hearing about him and the idea that I, a 40-year old single momma, could have a little true-life, fairytale romance. And it so started out that way. But as many people have pointed out, fairy tales always end at the beginning of relationships. So you never find out that Cinderella is a pill popper and that Prince Charming solicits prostitutes online after… Read More