Sometimes the concept of blogging just totally freaks me out. It’s so… publishy. My thoughts are online, visible to the public, and I feel committed to them then. Like yesterday I was all aglow about being a mom and a women in her thirties and now I feel like a colossal mess and it’s like [...]
Category Archives: moody
winter blues have me
January 8, 2008 – 4:05 pm
I’m so eyeball deep in the January Funk. I feel like my limbs are lead and my brain is opiated. I want to eat bread and butter by the loaf, or maybe two or three pizzas, and enough chocolate to boost entire South American economies. I want to lie in bed with TV & movies [...]
authentic
December 14, 2007 – 11:34 am
Nag Champa incense is the scent of my authentic self. I didn’t realize this until Marianne’s beautiful package arrived from Sonoma. This mama is an incredible gifter. I’m so floored by this stuff I can’t believe it. And it all smells like the Nag Champa she included This is the secent of my mom, of my [...]
the surreal impending-monday awareness of my toddler
October 15, 2007 – 4:52 pm
How does she know? Why does she always pick Sunday nights for Super Extreme Freakouts? Do all babies of working moms have this innate sense of mommy’s need for clarity on Re-Entry to Workforce Day?
We were awake, in tears (yep, both of us) from 10 p.m. until 1:30 a.m. I still have no idea what the [...]
i’m not persephone?
October 12, 2007 – 3:42 pm
OK, if I’d had a recent miscarriage, or ever had one, or lost a child or anything of the sort that might explain why I just had a huge sobbing cry listening to “Playboy Mommy.” It’s dangerous to neglect one’s Tori-listening for way too long. I lost the desensitization necessary to hear someone practically cut her [...]
i’m having trouble shaking it off
September 1, 2007 – 11:49 pm
Even when Bu goes streaking through the house and pulls me from my slouching-in-chair to do our family-of-boo trademark happy dance. It’s not terrible. I didn’t spend the day in tears or anything, just still feel like the color in my energy and perception is turned down a couple of notches.
It was a good simple morning. [...]
this is my new book. old stories new pages.
August 30, 2007 – 9:33 pm
I feel a kind of loud, heavy aloneness. Angry at the universe that took my mama away and is leaving little holes in Grandma’s memory and sense. Bitter that I have to mother the baby to sleep while Bu has beers and music at friends’. I said it was OK; didn’t know the house would [...]
dear “kick ass kundalini” googler
August 30, 2007 – 11:41 am
I need some too. Did you find any? Can you share? My xi/prana/inner daisiness is just sitting here. Sad, crappy, colorless. Grey Street day.
omg wtf aaargh
August 13, 2007 – 7:53 pm
*Update* I did totally fine, remembered to breathe and everything. Then came back to work and submitted my time sheet, estimated my check amount with the new hourly rate, and swooned with glee: sooo worth it.
If you want to read the original freak-out, feel free
how much of our parenting style comes from our parents?
August 12, 2007 – 4:02 pm
I just found Girl’s Gone Child- she has a post recalling that her earliest memories are of nightmares. She says she remembers waiting in her bed for her mom or dad to scoop her up and put her in between them, safe and cozy in their bed. She writes, then, about her little one crying for her from his [...]
