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Only Slightly HYSTERical
I have been embroiled in a love/hate relationship with my uterus since November 1976. It was a lovely fall Friday as I recall, or as close to “fall” as it gets in Sparks, Nevada, when I first became truly aware of its existence. The tumbleweed was at its autumnal peak as I sat in the principal’s office at my tiny little religious school, doubled over in pain and waiting for my father to pick me up from school. “We think she may have appendicitis,” the teacher told my dad as he put me
La Vie en Rose....AVEC les Enfants!
I don't watch much TV, which is odd considering my dream is to write for it. But tonight I watched three consecutive hours flipping between non-cable channels. The most I've watched straight in the last five years, probably. So excuse me if what I'm
Happy Smoth...I Mean Mothers Day!
It’s Mothers Day Eve Eve. Or in layman’s terms, Friday night.We’re back from Lansdale’s First Friday night, the boys and I have settled into the living room and are flipping through our limited non-cable channels for something to watch; the
