I completely understand and accept that my children will need some major therapy to mend the woes of their childhoods. By the time he was just three, Loren had lived in over seven different condos, houses and apartments. He had seen his parents split, sometimes found his estranged father in his mother’s bed and experienced [...]

Poor Devon. Someday he will be sitting in his college dorm chatting with friends and when asked to recall his childhood, he will say something like the following. “Well, it is a good thing I was so cute. My mother would often remark upon the fact that were I an ugly child, she would feel [...]

One of the stages of weaning my neural synapses off of their SRI’s is the vertigo stage. I have felt it twice before. The first time was five years ago when I had been on Zoloft for nine months. I was so unprepared for the symptoms that I thought I was surely dying when the [...]

One of Devon’s more precious selling points is his propensity for singing. The child is constantly breaking into song about most anything. If he isn’t actually belting out a bonafide tune, he will be putting regular words to the melody of ” Mary Had a Little Lamb”. It is not at all uncommon to hear [...]

As part of my November self-improvement efforts, Jen has taken me under her wing and started a daily dose of gently prodding me in the ass. As I have mentioned before, she has more get up and go than most people can ever dream of possessing. So I am grateful that she is sharing her [...]

Some days I truly think I might be getting my shit together. Today was one of Devon’s home days, meaning we got to spend the whole day together. I like these days. He and I get to function at a pace that is optimal for a 2 year-old, rather than the break neck speed that [...]

With the help of my doctor I have been slowly tapering off my medications over the past few weeks and trying to function as a normal human being. When I stopped drinking coffee in September, I realized that it felt good to have some of the chemicals out of my body. I decided that getting [...]

Warning: If your name if Kelly, you have a younger, stable brother who makes a fabulous husband and you can’t bear to read any sordid details about his rocking hips and furry chest? Run. Run far away and hide yourself in a closet. Otherwise, if you read this? You might just go into labor a [...]

A couple of months ago, my friend Shannon and I made a pact that we would get together before Thanksgiving of this year. We are somewhat similar in our snail-like mannerisms, thus the needed pact. Last week she called me up to inform me that Thanksgiving was practically breathing down our necks and that the [...]

This is just a brief message– having a bit of trouble finding wireless internet for any real time– to say that I am not here. I am with my dear friend Shannon, and I will be back Sunday night.
But I am still, devotedly, posting.