I have four days before our wedding.
dancer. reader. thinker.
04 Feb 2013 2 Comments
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I have four days before our wedding.
24 Jul 2012 Leave a Comment
14 May 2012 2 Comments
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To my girl friends,
who have held me and loved me at my most unlovable,
some of whom are mothers themselves,
the kind of mothers I pray to God I might become someday;
to my girl friends who aren’t mothers,
but are sisters of my heart,
who keep me close
while my own sister is so far away.
To my education professors, to my pastor’s wife,
to the women in my church who take my breath away
with their faith and kindness;
to The Bloggess, to my dance teacher;
to all of the women who taught me that grace is better than anger
(even if I’m still Bad at That),
that it is Okay to be smart and funny and…
that God doesn’t just love women who are all doilies-and-teacups;
that it is Okay that I am not my mother’s Perfect Daughter.
I love you.
Happy Mother and Sisters’ Day.
20 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
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Well, not quite.
Because I don’t know how many *other* people have kissed
and I didn’t want Jenny to think that I’m weird or gross
or possibly hitting on her taxidermy.
But Juanita and I did cry out to the heavens together:
LauraJane kept her distance, sensible girl:
I can’t believe I even considered skipping this
(realized I triple-booked myself for last night,
with handbalancing class, The Bloggess,
and an art show in Culver City),
And down to earth.
And willing to admit her frailties and fears.
I love her for that.
The Bloggess suffers from anxiety, depression, and RA,
among other things,
so seeing a woman who was probably in pain for the entire two and a half hours
that she talked, answered questions, signed books, and gave hugs
just be so present with grace and a ridiculously well-endowed sense of humor?
I admire Jenny Lawson more than ever.
you are my heroine.
Knock, knock, Motherfucker)
18 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
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20 bench jumps/tuck-jumps
1 min extended plank
I’m still processing my grandfather’s death and memorial.
There is so much I want to say about all of it,
that I’m just choking on the whole thing instead.
I am so grateful for my sister, for The Boyo,
and for the dear friends who listened to my first explosions
after the memorial.
Thank you for holding me.
Thank you for helping me both feel and be better.
06 Apr 2012 2 Comments
Two more things!
Picked up this pretty yesterday:
It comes to my knees, and covers up all of my (sinful) cleavage.
(Knowing my family,
they will still find something to criticize)
But better than that?
It makes me feel lovely.
Fits like a glove.
And it’s beautiful.
My Enchanted Doll book is shipping this week!!!
I bought this back in January–
I’ve been following Marina since 2007,
and I love seeing how her work has developed and matured.
I cannot afford one of her masterpieces,
but this book is a way for me to share the work of an artist I love.
Can’t wait to see it!
29 Mar 2012 8 Comments
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My extended family is converging on Southern California
for my grandfather’s memorial.
Among the ridiculous things I have done to prepare for this onslaught:
1) Situps and pushups every night because my family is a family of skinny asses, except for me and my mom (thanks for the thighs, MOM)
2) Squats in the shower (see above)
3) White strips for my genetically murky teeth (DAD)
4) Frenetic face washing in the hopes that those pores will shrink (MOM!)
5) Spanx dance
6) Trying on every. single. piece. of. clothing. in my closet because showing your collarbones in my family is immodest
7) Realizing that I own ONE boat-neck blouse, and it is probably “informal”, according to the Boyo
8) Panicking about the correct date to get a manicure, since I will be making floral arrangements for the services
9) Putting a tablespoon of coconut oil on my morning toast, because
Someone Said it will make my skin prettier
10) Dropped almost $300 on a haircut and color so at least
my head looks presentable
11) Started counting calories again
13) A lot.
And if all of this sounds like just so much sturm und drang…
You haven’t interacted with my family.
Because what I should be thinking about are the
memories I have of my grandfather.
What I should be thinking about is how much I’m looking forward
to seeing my cousins again.
What I should be thinking about is how to help my grandmother.
I am not.
Because I am not good enough for my parents.
Never have been.
Never will be.
Nor am I good enough for my grandmother.
I was never defended from her acerbic tongue by either of my parents,
not as a child,
certainly not as an adult.
I could show up at the memorial,
dressed to the homeschooled nines
(because we’re not legalists like those Mennonites!)
in an ankle-length jumper,
with my hair hidden under a long-ass wig,
and my family would still find something to criticize.
That’s just what they do.
Thirty years of this,
and I am still voiceless.
So I will do what I have always done:
Wear something reasonable.
Say very little.
Find a corner to hole away into every couple of hours.
I wish my sister was coming.
Update: Sister was able to get a ticket after all!
I am so, so grateful that she will be there.
30 Nov 2011 Leave a Comment
Surely the Germans have a word for that.
I’ll put together my own tale of holidays with the family,
and the various substances I use to survive them.
In the meantime,
21 Nov 2011 Leave a Comment
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Becca eats rabbit food until then.
I love my salad.
I love my salad.
I LOVE MY DAMN SALAD.