feelings | another damn life

s/e/x mail

Posted by lyn | Jan 18, 2017 | true story | 0

A few Wednesdays ago I received an envelope from my doctor’s office in the mail. Ah, these...

numbered

Posted by lyn | May 27, 2016 | favorites, true story | 39

I had been right in the middle of writing a breezy post on our debate over whether or not to have a second kid when I was semi-surprised to find out I was pregnant again. I say semi because we had been discussing it,...

house rules

Posted by lyn | Nov 30, 2015 | rant | 2

Lately I’ve been watching a lot of Home & Garden Television programming and I’ve taken note of a few themes: Every man must want a cave. Men need caves, for they are the only places they can be men....

requiem for a boobdream

Posted by lyn | Jul 29, 2015 | favorites, musings | 9

I guess breastfeeding, for me, is over? I’m still pumping for now, but the actual part that involves baby and boob in proximity to one another, I think the lights have gone up and the credits are rolling over that scene....

a decade of us

Posted by lyn | Apr 13, 2015 | musings | 7

The day before I first met the beau I spent a couple of hours after work at a Wet Seal-like store,...

memoriam III

Posted by lyn | Nov 25, 2014 | favorites, true story | 7

On Saturday morning, 51 years after John F. Kennedy was assassinated and the day before my 34th...

the right stuff

Posted by lyn | Nov 19, 2014 | rant | 7

I want stuff. I want so much stuff it’s stressing me out. Let me rephrase that. I want stuff...

memoriam II

Posted by lyn | Oct 16, 2014 | true story | 9

There was a point during my Papa’s funeral mass when I thought I was going to lose it. I was...

tested

Posted by lyn | Sep 25, 2014 | true story | 3

Yesterday afternoon I was working away on my laptop when I heard branches cracking and rustling in the bushes behind my house. I glanced out the window and saw through the chain-link fence a person crouching...

get ur freakout on

Posted by lyn | Aug 7, 2014 | true story | 12

It started with door trim or toilet paper. I don’t quite remember which. My first instinct is that it would have been the trim, because I recall feeling sour about how abjectly terrible it looked under the glare of...

the art of storytelling

Posted by lyn | Feb 7, 2014 | favorites, musings | 5

There are lots of problems with professional sports. The sheer volume of attention and money we...

house, interrupted

Posted by lyn | Aug 28, 2013 | everyday life | 5

There comes a time when you need to rinse blueberries. This happens to almost everyone, unless you...

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