Tag: angst

how we got over

There’s no one thing you can point to, in the end. There isn’t 1 weird trick that fixes temporary apathy in a relationship; that rekindles a connection. I know. I was certain they’d made a pill for that by now....

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the right equipment

Last Friday night I leaned across a narrow wooden arm rest and proffered my friend a Coke Zero into which I had poured white rum. I would have normally chosen whiskey, but the circumstances of a crowded theater prevailed. Once...

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the fears

Here’s another thing that scares me about having babies: you never know what you’re going to get. I’m not necessarily talking about “will it be fussy?” versus “will it be content?”...

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general flailing; all caps usage

This cycle marks the first time in over six years that I am not taking oral birth control. This is not in preparation for babies, although that deadline does appear to be approaching rather rapidly. No, this is simply a case of...

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rough

It’s been a rough week, man. Rough like tree bark. Rough like that time you were running and you saw a tree and you were like I need to climb that tree RIGHT THIS SECOND so you beelined over there and commenced scrambling...

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finding the happee in holidaze

Something about December makes me want to wrap a festive string of lights around my torso and huddle under a feather duvet with a handle of whiskey and a bowl of melted cheese, and not get up again until I can walk around the...

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and so it goes

I’m going to be a bridesmaid next year, you guys. First time ever. Always a bride, never a bridesmaid, was my problem. Until now. I feel so proud and excited. I’m going to be in a wedding party! That’s a rite...

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you are totally going to hate me

I really doubted whether posting about babies right on the heels of Tuesday’s post about babies was a good idea. I don’t wish to alienate you, dear friends. I don’t wish to make you cry in anxiety, or roll...

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