At the same time, I could see myself, only white and balding and fifteen years older, holding on tightly to someone else’s kids, to a metrocard, to a pillow, to a job, to an inanimate intangible thing, to a blogroll, to a bottle of alcohol… to a guitar student who can’t pay for her lessons…
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I’m superwoman after all. On the one hand, I’m astounded by how much I can accomplish when I sleep less. On the other hand I am amazed by how many stupid errors I make. You know, like when you misspell the word “the” as “teh” and can’t figure out how to correct it? That’s called sleep deprivation.
...read more hereI hate it like I hate chauvinism. I hate it like I hate racism. I hate it like I hate looking at pictures of the holocaust. I hate it like I hate police corruption. I hate it like I hated the Bush administration. I hate it more than I hate my mother, more than I hate disrespectful men, more than I hate bad music, more than I hate Boston sports teams…
...read more hereIn that moment I reached out to the switchboard which was sizzling and crackling with overloaded wires and disconnected mine. My movements became smooth and graceful and regulated like a ballet dancer performing her signature piece. Ladies and gentlemen, I was out of there.
...read more hereWhat’s amazing to me is how a self-proclaimed germophobe even allowed her bathroom to fall into such outrageous disrepair. Her bathroom that she and her kids use every day. I am a self-proclaimed quasi-slob, and my bathroom has never looked like that at any time in life. But then, when you’re a single working mother, when do you clean the bathroom?
...read more hereI’m always told “he’s three; he’ll grow out of it.” It makes me wonder if my little boy will grow up to be a petty manipulator, a get-over bullshit-artist, a temper-tantrum-throwing spoiled brat of an adult… or if he will really grow out of it as everyone says.
Harlem the Man never grew out of it.
...read more hereIt’s not even my job to wash the dishes, really… and I don’t like washing dishes in general. But when the kids keep asking me why i won’t play with them at this particular moment, the dishes are a decent excuse.
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