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Pediatric mental illness is screaming and crying; raging and breaking things; cursing and swearing; ER trips and suicide attempts… …and it is midnight visits from a 9-year-old who still knows how to fit into the curve I make in the bed just the way he did when he was a toddler. “Mommy, I’m so . . . → Read More: Pediatric Mental Illness? It’s Like This… Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.1 (except it’s less of a part and more of an interlude) Part 4 However, maybe you didn’t read those, and maybe you want to read one post and not 5. Fair enough. Here’s what you need to know: Robert was my first husband. We married in . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 5: Down Comes the Night  Part 1 Part 2 When Robert and I got married, the wedding preparations weren’t difficult because of the one we’d cancelled just a year before. We called the florist, the baker, and the tent rental place and re-ordered the things we’d already chosen. My penchant for procrastination paid off since I’d never gotten around . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 3: This One Goes Out to the One I Love[ed] Water dissolving…and water removing There is water at the bottom of the ocean Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean! In the summer of 1990, I wanted to move into the having-sex-on-a-regular-basis phase of my life. I had had just enough sex to . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 1: There Is Water at the Bottom of the Ocean  Jacob found out that his friend Hector* had been smoking pot with some of his other friends. Jacob’s response went something like, “Dude, that’s stupid. I’m not hanging out with you if you’re smoking.” A few days later, Hector called Jacob and said, “Hey dude, let’s hang out!” Jacob answered, “Dude, no way. I . . . → Read More: The 2011 Award for Best Use of Peer Pressure for the Good of Humanity and Its Limited Supply of Brain Cells Goes To Jacob (plus some other stuff) At 11:32 on Wednesday night, Brian’s cell phone rang. By the time he unhooked and removed his C-PAP mask, found his pants, and dislodged the phone from one of his pockets, he had missed the call. He saw that the call had come from his parents’ house and he knew the news wouldn’t be . . . → Read More: Grief Is a Rising Tide At dinner, I asked Brian what I should write about tonight. This is a pathetic gesture which usually means that all the blog post ideas in my little idea file seem too cerebral and my brain is tired. Asking for ideas is a pathetic gesture because, of the several dozen times I have asked . . . → Read More: Butt Holes and Baby Bunnies The trouble with taking a sabbatical from blogging (or anything, really) is this: it’s hard to get back to it. Making it even harder for me is the fact that I have fallen down a rabbit hole, and it looks like this:
Yup, it’s a rabbit hole, the kind . . . → Read More: The Kind of Rabbit Hole Only a Nerd Could Love On a summer day in 1935, a few weeks before she turned 13, my grandma Margery was in the yard of her family’s southwestern Kansas home, pulling laundry off the line. She dropped the clothes and underwear, sheets and towels, gray with dust and baked dry in the villainous sun, into the basket at her feet, . . . → Read More: Duster That’s right. We’re the Joneses. If you’re trying to keep up with us? Aim higher. I think there are two ways that people start personal blogs like this one. The first one is, a person makes a plan, chooses a topic, sets it up, makes it pretty, gets it all in place, and launches . . . → Read More: We are the people with whom you are trying so hard to keep up…  |
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