Eating Like a Lady

It's almost the New Year, and ya'll know what that means.  Time to turn over a new leaf and swear up and down that I'm going to do all of the things that I was supposed to do this year.  Namely, that means taking care of my body.  I used to be so good about this.  Anal retentive...

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In Which I Ride a Freight Train to Hell

I'm worried that any type of following I may have gathered has drifted off into the great unknown.  It's that time of year, folks, and for the past month, I've found myself choking on insane amounts of paper, whether that be in terms of grading or in grad school work.  Even though the end is in sight and the light at the proverbial end of the tunnel looms, this train just isn't moving...

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The Black Cat

*This is an exercise in creative nonfiction* On the day my grandmother died, there appeared a black cat, darting to and fro among the fall leaves without regard for the life extinguished just inside.  My brother sat on the ground, picking at his cuticles, lost in his own thoughts, his hat pulled low over his eyes  The cat made its way to him, roping around his crossed legs, its meow...

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The Power of Radio & NaNoWriMo

An enormous thank you to Cocktails with Patrick for pimping my blog yesterday.  My lil' ole blog got close to three hundred hits in the span of three hours!  To those of you who visited yesterday, I hope that you enjoyed reading!  NaNoWriMo is fully underway (if you don't know what...

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Bob Barker Would be so Proud

I love the month of October.  Now, I know that plenty of people say things like, "Oh, October is so great!  I just really love fall!  Or "Autumn is my favorite season!"  I respond to these people by punching them in the stomach all while screaming, "TAKE IT BACK!!! NO ONE LOVES OCTOBER AS MUCH AS MEEEE!!"  Don't ever tell me you love October because I WILL challenge you...

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The Return

This was the weekend that my husband and I have been waiting for.  After a year of living apart and scheduling phone conversations to catch up, he finally made the sixteen hour drive from Odessa back to Atlanta permenantly.  (Or semi-permemantly.  Who knows what could happen in six months?) And so this weekend has been strange because the past weekends when he has been home, we've...

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I think I might be somebody's mom...

In the past week, I've had both vomit and poop on me simultaneously.  I think I can officially call myself a mother.  No, there is no DeMeester bun in the oven (although that sounds like it would taste delicious), but after the week I've had, I can't help but wonder if I've stepped...

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The Ole' Guys Vs. Girls Argument

So I'm standing in line at the supermarket yesterday to purchase a measly box of couscous, when my eye happened to settle on this.  And as a fully red-blooded female, of course I bought it.  Why?  LOOK at all of the sexiness that is Ryan Reynolds.  That grimace/smirk he's giving...

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Night Sand

Inside our first kissThere was ocean salt.  Biting into my memory.Swirling into never endingNautilus circles.  The sound of your breathSighing in and out.A gradual recession into subconscious. Droplets of sand.The sky above us coloredIn the violet of night.  Balsam Fir Running delicate fingers overMy cheeks, And I prayed to remember the smell.The smell of a thousand Moments of reverie. Lost...

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If It Quacks Like a Duck, It's a Duck

There aren’t many logical reasons for driving around in the dark at three a.m. desperately looking for a quiet pond or lake to dump a duck that can only be classified as utterly demonic.  I blame my mother.    The summer I turned 15 was the kind of summer that made your t-shirt cling...

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A Lonely Wife's Survival Guide

This past weekend marked the one year date that my husband and I closed on our house. This November we will celebrate two years of marriage. And as of December we will have been together for a decade. But out of all of this time together, we have spent practically the past year and a half apart. With the economy in what seems to be a never ending flush down the toilet, he didn’t have much of...

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Sweeping Up Spiders

Arachnophobia is defined as “fear of spiders” or perhaps for those of you who remember, like I do, the title of two rather terrible films. I’ll admit that I fall into the category of thousands who dislike, despise, hate creepy crawlies of the eight-legged variety. I scream, writhe, and all around squirm away from even the smallest of spiders. Granted, I know they have a purpose, but I have never...

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