Sometimes I write about being a mom.
Sometimes I write about being a 14-year-old boy trapped in the body of a mom.

Monthly Archives: January 2014

The Reich Way

For the longest time I was not ready to have kids. I was on the pill, used a diaphragm, and would have my husband triple bag it on our bi-annual lovemaking occasions. And then one day we realized we’d been …


Unconventional Wisdom

(as seen in ) You’re going to be dead soon. That’s what I say to myself every morning when I look in the mirror. And no, it’s not my corpse-strength morning breath rising up into my own nostrils that …