Only after I became a mother in the most basic, literal sense, giving birth to my son and a few years later my daughter, did I dedicate the time needed to realize that raising children represents only a modicum of true mothering. It is a much bigger, holier, metaphysical concept than I give it credit. … Continue reading Mothering

Writing is not just writing, it is therapy. And when I've grown tired of reading story after story of triumphant multitasking from around the Web, sometimes I have to offer another view. My satire makes fun of mostly me, so should anyone be offended, they can take comfort in knowing I've out crazied them from … Continue reading Semper Currit