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bitchin'...but not a bitch · 2d ago

fly in my coffee

I had plans today: clean the toy room, do the laundry, take the boys to the wildlife safari.But instead of following them, I allowed spontaneity.Today was one of the last nice days of the ye...
bitchin'...but not a bitch · 2d ago

hear us

Recently, spurred by Harvey Weinstein, women have been posting #metoo online to show how widespread sexual assault and harassment is.I have not been assaulted, but I know so many women who h...
bitchin'...but not a bitch · 2W ago

Q317 songs

Dark Side - Bishop BriggsHabits of my Heart - Jaymes YoungSummertime Sadness - Lana Del RayWhite Lightning - The Cadillac ThreeFalse Alarm - The Head and the HeartLike I'm Gonna Lose You - J...
bitchin'...but not a bitch · 2W ago

writing on the river

This weekend I spent on the Missouri River, at a writer's retreat. A writer's retreat is a place full of artists, other tribe members. These retreats exist so we can be learn from each other...
bitchin'...but not a bitch · 3W ago

for brandon

Last night, Brandon, you couldn't sleep because you watched a video on the iPad that frightened you. You called, "mommy!" from your bed, even though you never call me that anymore and I race...
bitchin'...but not a bitch · 1M ago

favorite short stories

I often write posts about books I've read and loved but I've never made a collection of short stories I love, which are equally important, but don't get the attention novels and memoirs do, ...
bitchin'...but not a bitch · 1M ago

resembling myself

I read the phrase, A woman who has only recently come to resemble herself ("The Folded Clock: A Diary" by Heidi Julavits). I underlined it. I read it again: "A woman who has only recently co...
bitchin'...but not a bitch · 1M ago

somewhere discoverable

Once I was a writer in the sense that I wrote sometimes.Now, I am a writer in the sense that I depend on it. Like exercise, or sleep: it is a part of my day. My head fills with words and sen...
bitchin'...but not a bitch · 1M ago

Milwaukee

Writing was lonely.So very lonely.Until the day I discovered other writers.I knew they existed, of course, on couches being interviewed, represented with jacket pictures, in print. But not i...
bitchin'...but not a bitch · 1M ago

like a child

When my arm is across Brandon's or Holden's chest, I feel their hearts racing, running. I think, slow down, calm down, breathe. You're running your little selves ragged, you're so high strun...