Blog

When my first kid was a few weeks old, I was sobbing on the couch and my husband was arguing with me instead of helping me, so I stood up with the baby to get some tissue from the bathroom and pulled the bathroom door completely off with one hand. Now , the bathroom had been hastily added on by the previous owners and the door was made of plywood and moonshine, but still, I aped the door out of its frame while holding an infant. It both amused and freaked us the fuck out. N

Grief. Big personal changes. Kids. Those fucking novels. Making z money.

Picture it: you have a huge bowl of your favorite ice cream, fresh out of the freezer, just the right amount of melty. It looks and...