Dentures.

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I fear the dentist. I fear the judgement and the shame and the ridicule and the heavy-handed sales tactics after they peer into my messed up mouth. It’s always the same: “You can’t go on like this. You need to get this work done. Don’t you care if you lose all your teeth!?” YES. I CARE. But I’ve spent most...


I Do This Sh*t To Myself.

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Do I sound like a broken record when I talk about my anxiety? It feels that way, and that in itself makes me even more anxious. I go through periods of feeling like I want to hide it all away and pretend that I am totally fine. I want to appear cool as though nothing in the world can shake...


The Week that SCOTUS Broke My Heart…

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When I woke up this morning, I was planning to write a post about my valiant attempts to teach my kids about money this summer break. I have so many conflicted feelings about my children’s sense of entitlement. I grew up poor and I never want them to feel the sting of going without lunch or being jealous that your...


Someone is Finally Suing Over a Forced Cesarean.

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There’s an old saying among obstetricians: “The only cesarean I was ever sued for was the one I didn’t do.” That may have once been true, but not anymore. Rinat Dray, a New York mother, has filed a lawsuit against her hospital and doctors after they performed a cesarean against her will. There’s little argument about that fact, her doctor...


She’s Going The Distance…

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I don’t even fucking know who I am anymore. It’s like Invasion of the Body Snatchers up in here. It came on like a virus with a short incubation period. One minute I felt a little bite, the next minute I’m rabid. Everything about me started to change. I developed new appetites, new strengths, and new sleep patterns. I have...


I Guess I’m Running Now. No, Seriously.

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I have a bunch of marathon runners in my friends list on facebook. They post their marathon stats, which I largely do not comprehend, and seem genuinely proud of running around with nobody chasing them. I see these updates and think, “Great job! Nice work! Now I’ll be over here eating Oreos and watching my hundredth hour of Netflix in...


This is How Insane I Went When We Weren’t Getting Pregnant…

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Jolene just turned three, which made me reminisce on all the time we spent back in 2010 trying so desperately to conceive her. I say “we” but I really mean “me” because my husband’s contribution came down to little more than a penile sneeze each night. Meanwhile, looking back, it seemed that I slowly lost my mind a little more...