Twenty Five Quotes for 2025
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The Christmas Card
I got my first Christmas card last week.
I retrieved it after a rough morning. I was running around the house, trying to get everything for my errand run before loading the girls in the car for their last day of daycare before winter break (12 days). “Can you
Advice for Thank-You Notes
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The Thick of It
I hate that I missed last week’s newsletter. It was Thanksgiving and the girls had two days off. I’m not using it as an excuse, but when I say I lost two days, I don’t mean it figurately.
That’s something I wish
DONE. DONE. DONE.
Another weekend, another fight at the Please Touch Museum. I swear, every fight happens there. My marriage will end, the divorce papers served, in the germ-infested halls of that place.
Ellie was having a meltdown. Her usual new tantrum thing. Jay was doing his usual thing – “I got
Hello Darkness
Things have gotten better, and somehow worse, in the Mandy/Martin household. After the virus, then pink eye, there was a brief stint of relief. The girls went back to daycare. I did a podcast, went to Ikea, ate meatballs in the cafeteria across from an older woman also eating
It’s a Weird Time
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Things We Don’t Say
The fight with my parents has seemingly resolved itself, yet the past week I’ve been waking at 3 a.m. in what I believe are panic attacks.
This is new for me. I don’t really panic. I get sad. I cry. But I don’t
Just one more
Swallowed nausea Found catharsis in other guys Their sweat soaked sheets, your mascara crushed on a pillow You might have screamed during sex. You might have pounded the wall with your fists. You might have ripped out a sense of self and watched it leave your body. It was never for them. It was ecstasy […]
Ode to the Orgasm
Sometimes a good fuck will make me sob or laugh hysterically. It can be awkward, trying to explain thoughtless tears meaningless laughter that erupts from the better orgasms. Maybe it isn’t just that the orgasms are a thing beyond beauty and meaning and concepts Maybe it’s that they come at a time of a deep […]