Category Archives: Who I am

Birth Days.

I am 46 today. I celebrated by meeting with the head of Career Services at Stanford Law School. It had been a long, long time since I had been on the SLS campus. I have even avoided driving anywhere on … Continue reading

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And so I’m back.

I gave up blogging for Lent. It was an interesting experience. Originally, I was giving up the Interenet for Lent. That lasted, oh, forty-eight hours. I am a stay-at-home mother with significant health issues, and some days the only significant … Continue reading

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Notes from art class

I am taking a drawing class. Oh boy. I earned this class by virtue of volunteering at a local arts organization for 100 hours — answering the phones and staffing the reception desk, mainly. “No, sir, the pastel portrait class … Continue reading

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Today, at the elementary school, they had the “fall festival.” Part neighborhood meetup and part PTA fundraiser, they had all the sorts of things you find at events like this: ring tosses, raffles, a silent auction (whoever had put together … Continue reading

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Twenty Statements. Plus One.

Over at Of Course, I Could Be Wrong, MadPriest has been letting slip a little more information about himself. I thought I would do likewise.* Things you should know about me: I like okra. Even boiled. I think the Rolling … Continue reading

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Fear and Loathing

I’ve been angry, lately. Well, more than lately, but you know what I mean. I suppose I have become one of those “angry bloggers” that you read about in the newspapers. My anger comes from pain and sometimes intense fear, … Continue reading

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Torture: once more with feeling.

In the comments to my post “Obscenity,” Anonymous asks Are you REALLY REALLY saying that you would not torture One person to SAVE the innocent lives of many THOUSAND others. We will never hide behind our children but we really … Continue reading

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It was a dark and stormy night….

In November 2003, during National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), I wrote a novel. A bad novel. A very, very bad novel. A key part of the plot was that the protagonist (a woman based on me, except she looked nothing … Continue reading

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Andrea Yates and me.

The retrial of Andrea Yates for the murder of her children began this week. When I see pictures of her in the courtroom, the thought flashes across my mind, unbidden, that could have been me. Postpartum depression is a condition … Continue reading

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Why I am not a lactivist.

I was going to do everything “properly” with my first baby. Natural birth, no epidural, no C-section. And I was going to nurse my baby from the start; formula was evil. It’s amazing how dogmatic you can get when you … Continue reading

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The girl I love.

She’s not a Hollywood Beauty. She would be classified as being on the large side — she’s normal by most standards, but not for show business. Her face shows a gentle intelligence, but would never launch a thousand ships. Her … Continue reading

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On Seeing Art.

You may well wonder at the vehemence in my last post; I did a bit myself. It boils down to this: Art matters to me. Art matters not in an abstract, “Gee, isn’t that pretty” way, but in a visceral, … Continue reading

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In vino veritas…

  Last night, my husband and I went out to a sports bar, looking to get out of the house and maybe watch some of the Olympics away from the kids. Trying to watch ice dancing when you can’t hear … Continue reading

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In the dead of the night…

There comes the fear. Growing up, the nighttime fear was always there, in some shape… vague forms threatening vague harm in the future. No names, no faces. Loneliness, loss, madness. Must stay alone, must not allow people in, must not … Continue reading

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