(It’s been a long, long time since I’ve done this. Humor me, please.) When we last visited the Great and Talentless World of Pop Music, we bemoaned Taylor Swift’s assertion that your heart beats in your elbow, as well as Ke$ha’s fervent dislike for the letter “S” and spa nomenclature. I hate to be the…
I hesitate even bringing up with I am about to bring up. I predict that a few readers will rally to my side. But I also predict that a large number of readers will take issue with the subject. Some debates just seem to naturally raise the ire of the blogosphere–just look at the fierce…
When I was pregnant, I talked to the then-still-unnamed Aura constantly. I had already been working from home for a few years, and was therefore not unfamiliar with the notion of chatting with things that could not talk back. Yukking it up with a fetus, stalwartly silent as she might have been, was infinitely more…
You know, I had really hoped current pop music would improve after my earlier post on the subject. As luck would have it, industry gurus do not read my blog. However, people searching for “why does Rachel Ray’s voice sound bad” and “waistband of underpants showing” evidently do, so there is that. But! I have…
In retrospect, I really should have known better. Aura has inherited a great many things from her father, including a love of coffee-flavored foodstuffs and an inclination to snicker at me when I am at my most threatening. She also shares his tendency to become completely and utterly submerged in the lyrics of a song. New songs, songs that especially strike their fancy,…
This afternoon, Aura and I were running late for some appointment or other when we had to stop at a traffic light. Once the light turned green, the car in front of me still didn’t move. “Motherfucker!” I exclaimed, smacking the steering wheel with my palm. Then I realized what I had said. And I waited. We hadn’t gone more than a tenth…
I was walking Aura into preschool (or as I prefer to think of it, Two-and-a-Half Hours of Heaven) the other morning when the director popped out of her office to say hello to the children entering the building. “Good morning, Evan!” she called. “How are you?” Evan said he was good. “Good morning, Madison!” she said next….