On the morning of the midterm election, I am plenty anxious and tense.
Adam and I will be married a year next Sunday, which means that I will now subject you all to yet another post explaining how lucky I am to be married to him. (This is appropriate, since, having taken his last name, I am now officially Lucky myself.) Last night I was sad. I hadContinue reading “Scene from a Marriage”
So, I thought I was going to have to go back on antidepressants, but then it turned out I was just getting my period. This happens to me every month, because despite having had my period for 25 years, it always comes as a shock to me. I think this must be related to thatContinue reading “For Some Reason, My Period Is Always a Surprise”
I’ve figured out PMS, you guys. What happens is this: Something something something hormones something brain, something LETS OUT THE JOHN MCCAIN WHICH IS IN ALL OF US. And then he demands brownies. You’re welcome.
I’m too lazy to find it, but a couple months back, a commenter mentioned that I’ll probably freak out when I reach menopause, because I love talking about my period so much. I’m hoping this isn’t true. My Mom seems to have enjoyed being free of her lady time. She celebrated with buying all newContinue reading “More Info Than You Requested”
I woke up at 6:30 this morning for no apparent reason. Well, actually, that’s not entirely true: I woke up at 6:30 this morning because I went to bed at 9:30 last night. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure that’s enough sleep for anyone. It’s pretty amazing that I managed this, though, because myContinue reading “OId Age Setting in”
…if birth control pills gave 80-year-old men erections, they would be distributed for free at every clinic, doctor’s office, and pharmacy across this great nation of ours. Instead, I just had to pay fifty goddamn American dollars (or 11 Euros) for my baby-go-ways, because my health insurance hates vag. Or something like that. There wasContinue reading “Not an Original Observation, But…”
I nearly struck a small child this afternoon on the train, because he was poking me repeatedly with an umbrella. Possibly the only thing that stopped me was the memory, trapped, no doubt, at the cellular level, of the look of horror on my sister’s face some years ago when I recommended that a screamingContinue reading “Maternal Instinct”
A lifetime ago, I lived just outside Boston in an old triple-decker with new paint and a tidy little yard. The landlord and lady were Irish, and I highly suspect I got the place because of my red hair and freckles. Once a month, Siobhan would take out a bucket and a ton of bleachContinue reading “And Now We Make Things Nice and Neat”
This grosses me out more than I can say. I love having my period. I love overeating and I love lying around and I love the excuse to use a heating pad. Most of all, though, I love complaining. And I love that no one can tell me not to complain, because they’re all tooContinue reading “Thanks, But I’ll Just Keep Ruining My Underwear”