Happy? Mother’s Day

I have a complicated relationship with holidays. By far the most complicated of which is one to make Freud proud: Mother’s Day. I stay home from church to avoid sermons about mothers and all we owe them and how God sees motherhood. I limit the mother-lauding...

Hang In There, Baby

Staring at the screen of this computer someone is lending me indefinitely, trying to write a post for the new website another friend made me, in a bed that someone else gave me, in a house that Doug and I are welcome to stay in rent-free, I can’t help but be...