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i’m staring down at my belly in a quiet house. i’ve already had a good cry today so now i can just sit and feel for a second. (ever burst into tears because it seems too hard to make lunch–too hard to convince henry to eat anything besides yogurt–?) i don’t remember feeling so out of [...] i’m starting to feel large. not just large–but expansive. i feel as though i have the entire earth is sitting on my bladder. my skin feels like it’s going to simply peel apart, exposing my muscles, tendons, and adipose cells to the air. when you’re pregnant shouldn’t you feel voluptuous? or blooming? or ripe? or something? let’s [...] luckily most bad days are just bad days. easily remedied by watching henry sweep up underneath the table and then put the cheerios from his dusty little pile one by one into the garbage. i was poking around in my old stuff this morning and found this little ditty i wrote a few months after joe [...] everything is making me cry today. the lady at the grocery store snipped at me when i asked if she had more chicken better-than-bouillon in the back. she wasn’t any nicer when i couldn’t find the frozen pastry crust. and the bagger left my groceries sitting on the counter and walked away, leaving me to [...] i didn’t write this, but i wish i had… “When I heard that John McCain’s running mate had children named Track, Willow, Bristol, Piper, and Trig, I was floored. “A lot of Americans, myself included, want to believe this is still the country we grew up in, a country where no one dreamed of giving their children [...] |
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