I’ve been scattered and stretched and working hard lately, while HB has started a demanding new job. And yesterday the poor Unreliable Narrator reached a breaking point. The UN has the quirk of liking frozen vegetables well-nigh frozen. (I think… Read more ›
You horked all over your grandfather. In public.
Angelenos are far from anti-intellectual. Are you kidding me? We have all that time trapped in a car with each other to philosophize. To wit– The Unreliable Narrator: Daddy, how did Star Wars get to be bad? HB: You mean… Read more ›
Rocker Mom to Soccer Mom: I feel you, girl.
HB and I lived in the San Francisco bay area for 9 years, and we very happily ate our way through as many varied cuisines as we could (on the cheap–I was a grad student, he was a part-time (!)… Read more ›
For R. & L., who are ready to pop any day now, and for M.’s sister in March. HB and I were lugging our bulging baby bag and baby to the park one day when he was about 11 months… Read more ›
it’s almost 2008, and i can feel the seasonal melancholy in the air, in spite of the true cheer we managed to generate by overeating and exchanging gifts. times like these i’m happy to hibernate. long naps are alluring.
INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT the Unreliable Narrator sits on my lap, eating spoonful after spoonful of plain yogurt. (his daddy fed him dinner at 6 pm and then expected the child to go to bed on an empty stomach. what… Read more ›
it got to be too much–posting on NaBloPoMo every day. friends who are otherwise okay but overstepped a boundary at school. work this-and-that. so we took a mental health day and played hooky today. guess where we went.
let me go on a bit more about how active the Unreliable Narrator is. it’s almost unbelievable the amount of energy a small human child can throw off.