I love my hairstylist. Love him. Not because he’s good at what he does, or because he’s tall and broad-shouldered with a sexy, baritone voice. He’s just cool Being gay and raised in a strict Mormon household, he’s endured pain, reflection and therapy to be confident with who he is. So in addition to being… Read More A Universal Thank You
It’s the final stretch of summer: August, the month in which boredom crescendos and humidity settles into the corners of my house, exposing odors that are decades old. Last week we woke up to a bat in the corner of our bedroom. He’d been circling our sleeping heads until our cats woke us up chasing… Read More The Final Stretch of Summer
Okay, so I wrote this post on my job huntin’ site. It’s about the stuff I’ve learned by living amongst stay-at-home moms rather than through analyzing them in research reports, a task that was ironically, a big part of my former job. The post idea was spurred by all this reflecting on what-in-the-heck has happened… Read More Ten years later…
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted, even longer since I’ve posted regularly. Job hunting, it seems, has taken over my life — especially the online version. How can I possibly whine, express fear, doubt myself or question my motivation if a potential hirer can see it? It’s yet another reflection of the rabid narcissism fueled by my social… Read More Meh.
Another day, and I’m once again — job hunting: slow-going, confusing, overwhelming and confidence-slashing. This morning I started off with productive intentions. I searched news sites and Twitter feeds for articles pertinent to my fanciful job ideas. Then I treated myself to just a peek at Facebook where I saw a local Jcrewville mother posting about moving her blog to… Read More Nothing doing, doing nothing.
“Hey, your hair looks GREAT,” he said. My face flashed hot as I fumbled for a response. “Um, thanks? It’s ah, I er, wha…it does?” I saw fear in his eyes. “Didn’t you just get it done?” he said. Suddenly my daughter and his daughter appeared behind me. We’d been standing in the doorway, waiting for his daughter… Read More My Marriage, My Burka.
Every day I park myself at Starbucks to get some job-seeking work done. I find I’m most productive if I leave the house. Yesterday I made the beds, cleaned the kitchen, worked out and showered before I headed out. Today I threw on a fleece, brushed my teeth (I think?) and left the house — a mess.… Read More Working? No. Eavesdropping? Yes.
