Last night, Scott and I were lying in bed watching TV. A commercial came on for that new movie with Robert Duvall and Joaquin Phoenix. I said, “Mmmm…. I loves me some Joaquin Phoenix.” “Really?” Scott asked. “Yes,” I replied.…
naming the grandmother and other to-do list items
People are sharing some cool stories about what to call the grandparents in the comments after this post. And here, I’m just updating the p-dot-com readers on my recent ennui — and the tiny list of things I need to…
my life in bite-sized pieces that I swallow and cry over
On Saturday, I looked in the mirror and saw horrible gray stains on my teeth. I cried. Of all the parts of me that are getting stretched and otherwise mangled by pregnancy — not to mention aging — I thought…
rock the boob 100 times
So this is my 100th post. There’s a kind-of tradition in bloglandia that for your 100th post, you write out 100 things about yourself. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and as yet have not made that list.…
fig season & mother’s little helper
It’s fig season in our backyard. Brown Turkey Figs. The trick is to pick them when they’re ripe, but before the birds or squirrels find out that they’re ripe. (Hey, that shape is oddly familiar.) Actually I should say “squirrel”…
curiouser and curiouser, and recipe of the week
Burger for breakfast? Not just a burger, but one half of a leftover burger, cold from the fridge, with cold barbecue sauce, onions, and bacon, and mushy whole wheat bun, from yesterday’s lunch. Really? I opened the fridge, I was…