My mother has long preached that there’s no use in crying about it. It, of course, could be anything: a broken heart, a broken nail, a broken painting (damn you, 3M Hooks!), a broken bone. But y’know what? I disagree. (Go ahead, feign surprise.) Anybody who knows me knows I am a crier. Not in a… Continue reading On crying (and why doing it in the bathtub is best)

“Did you know that 1500 people died when the Titanic sunk 103 years ago? It’s so sad.” These are the words my five-year-old says to just about anyone who will listen to him. He can tell you all about the submarines that have explored the remains of Titanic. He can tell you about the artifacts… Continue reading 103 Years

So, here’s the thing: I am cold-weathered out. I am losing the will to live as a result of the cold and the snow and the ice and the salt that has ruined my boots and makes my car all gross and salty and ugly. I don’t want to go outside. And I’m effing tired… Continue reading Dear Winter: You’ve overstayed your welcome.

Originally posted on Mumz the Word…:
I read Thought Catalog’s “10 Obnoxious Cat Calls,”  and had a dose of realization. There’s a security guard where I work who asks me almost every day, “Hey, gimme a smile,” or “Life’s not so bad. Smile.” I feel like this type of commentary at work is towing the…