Date Archives January 2013

Lend me your brains!

This is the year, folks. This is THE YEAR to take the writing to the next level. But before I set out to conquer the world in my own weird way, I’d like to very humbly ask for your help. Care to give me some feedback? I have formulated an extremely un-scientific and completely ridiculous survey to find out what y’all think of the old bloggity. The results are anonymous so feel free to let it rip if there’s something you don’t like. Here’s the link. I ask you to… Read More

A lame white chick weighs in on Obama and MLK Day

  Four Novembers ago, I voted by absentee ballot. I was due to pop out a baby very close to election day and I didn’t want to take any chances. “I will tell them to turn on the TV in the delivery room if I have to!” I told everyone. “I’m going to watch those election returns even if I have to do it through contractions!” As it turned out, my wee (or not-so-wee) little Benjamin wasn’t born until 7 days later. So my massive belly and I spent election… Read More

Killing Patty

  My real estate agent calls me “Tricia.” I’ve never told her to call me that. I always introduce myself as “Trish” and that’s also how I sign my name. But she got me thinking about a time years ago when I decided to reclaim my name. You see, for most of my childhood and my teenage years I was “Patty.” Good crap, I hated being called that. I didn’t start out as Patty. Until the second grade, I was always Patricia at school. I was Trish (or Trishy) at… Read More

Observe: the existential dating crisis of the single momma

That quote had me chuckling this morning as I lifted it from a friend’s Facebook page (thanks, Cyndylou Who). On one hand, I was all F*CK, YES! about that sentiment. Then my sensible side (believe it or not, I do have one) kicked in and went … Hmm. I guess it all depends on how you define mad and passionate. I’m down with mad and passionate. Mad and passionate is intoxicating. But can you have that while also making sure the bills get paid and someone takes out the trash and… Read More

A Retroactive Christmas: When the spirit hits too late

This is how Christmas felt this year: I was on a freeway driving someplace that I HAD to get to and I had to make good time. I blinked through my lopsided glasses as I tried peer through the salty, grimy haze on the windshield, not completely certain that some of that haze wasn’t in my own head.  The kids yammered in the backseat, while eating another meal from another drive-thru window. The radio was tuned to an all-Christmas station that seemed to be on a constant rotation of Bob… Read More