Husband and I both used to work in theatre. Yes, that’s theat-re as in the artform, though Husband currently works in the theat-er with an “er” to mean the building. When you tell people you work in the theatre field, several things happen. Here are really common responses to that vocation revelation: “How fun! I… Read More Theater Widow Weekend
Boychild and I have started our own film studio. He’s writing, I’m directing and we’re casting local toys as actors. It all began with a sock puppet named “Sadie Danger,” who was a terrible puppet at the start. She would do all the bad things, and Boychild would have to be her moral center. Sadie’s gotten less troublesome as she’s evolved, becoming more mischievous than bad, but she still makes messes and tries to eat things that aren’t food. We love Sadie. … Read More The Creative Spirit
I’m really rethinking this whole bi-pedal thing. I mean sure, it frees us your hand for throwing things at predators and also allows you to mate face-to-face , but when it comes to locomotion, it has a lot of drawbacks, like having to use crutches when you’ve got a bum foot.… Read More Keep On Crutchin’
My mom thought I had gout, but she was wrong. I’m not some 17th century lord eating goose livers and drinking port. I am, however, a lady with a bony-assed foot and a family history of bunions. That big lump on my foot was a bunion. I named him Paul. I am overly proud of this name. … Read More Farewell, Paul Bunion
I have a tough time believing Boychild is turned 4 this week, not because it’s “gone so fast,” as Everyone and their Mama has told me, but because 4 seems like, I dunno, like he’s big now. In my head, 4 is the transition time from “toddler” to “little kid.” And we’ve had a helluva year.… Read More Happy Birthday, Boychild! (and COVID)
Here’s how I cook dinner for my child:
Get four frozen nuggets from a bag. These are the ones with the hidden veggies and this is the only kind he will eat more than two of. … Read More Cooking Dinner
Fussy Pantz 