Why I Hate Mothers

CUTE KID ENVY I hate mothers. There. I said it. Why? A) I’m not one. B) I’d like to be one at some point. C) That some point isn’t here and probably won’t be anytime soon. When I see cute kids, I don’t think, “Oh my gosh, that kid is adorable. Good job, mother ofContinue reading “Why I Hate Mothers”

Visiting The Magician and His Wife

When I was 19, I fell in love with a poet. When I was 23, the relationship ended, and I was left with a deep-rooted friendship, a head full of lovely words and experiences, new interests, poems, books, films, and most importantly, an extended family that gratefully asked to keep me. For the past tenContinue reading “Visiting The Magician and His Wife”

Read This Valentine’s Day Story About Poo

The future scares the shit out of me. In fact, right now, this very second scares the shit out of me. There. A Valentine’s Day post that starts with something straight from the heart. Here’s my love story. I can’t remember who said it, but a few months ago a friend of mine made aContinue reading “Read This Valentine’s Day Story About Poo”