When your friend is gay and raised in a strict Mormon household, you can imagine he’s pretty reflective. Such is my friend James. James is a successful hair stylist in Jcrewville. He gives all the moms in town his trademarked shade of blond, oddly making us all like similar when he is so beautifully different.… 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.
Chosen by random selection, the winnner of the $10 Starbucks Giftcard is Mitch. Thanks for playing, everyone — you all gave very helpful comments. Mitch, I’ll contact you via email for details. Cheers!
‘Appy new year! Hope your fresh start is brimming in optimism. Mine, as of day 4, has been good-ish. I’m putting serious effort into finding a job to fill my days and weary bank account. For ten years I’ve been swimming upstream in suburban utopia, and it’s time to get out and dry off (ew, bad metaphor and two clichés to… Read More Starbucks Giftcard Giveaway
Advent marks our return to church on a near-regular basis. The first Sunday is a bit dicey as I scurry around screeching, in search of tights without holes, the elusive “church shoes,” and black pants that fit me — because last year’s black pants don’t. Someday my kids will tell their therapists about damage incurred while getting dressed for church. Last Sunday… Read More Christmas posts — again.
Small Town. Small Times. 