The Politics of Hair and How Salon Just Ruined My Life. Pity the Children.
A friend of a friend, who is a hairstylist, just called me to book an appointment for my children to… Read More »
A Little Tour by the Religious Voyeur: I’m Fasting for Ramadan
I’m scared to admit it – which, by my internal code of ethics, means that I must do so, immediately… Read More »
Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Burqa?
Liz Jones is. Jones is a fashion editor for the Daily Mail in the UK and that either means she… Read More »
On Miley Cyrus and Co-Opted Sexuality
It has been done to death, already and yet I just can’t resist: I have to comment on Miley Cyrus… Read More »
Avoiding (motherloving) Intimacy: A Memoir, Starring Cleavage
Regret seized me by my throat after I wrote about my mother. I immediately wanted to write my mea culpa… Read More »
Language, Part 2: Orwell, Dying Metaphors, and Pigs in Literature (Not Space, but I totally wanted to Write about Pigs in Space. Muppets Forever!)
George Orwell hates me and my dying metaphors and that is fine by moi because I do not love Animal… Read More »
You Were Not Put on This Earth as a Corrective Action
I wrote this, recently, to a bloggy/twittery/virtual friend who was angsting over a debate she was having with someone utterly… Read More »
The Gift of Deep, Dark Family Waters, and Swimming.
I avoid intimate conversations with my mother. I know that beneath her placid surface lie roiling waters and the occasional… Read More »
I’m Reading, Dammit
These are not my words – they come from the moody, meditative and most excellent Lindsey at www.adesignsovast.com – but… Read More »
When Tough Love Turns Poetic. In a blood, guts, and broken-ego kinda way.
These are lines cut-and-pasted (and artfully arranged, of course; I can never just leave well enough alone) from one side… Read More »
Mamafesto. Unfinished. In progress. Just Like the Kids, and Me.
My ten point plan (so far) for being a happy, radiant, not-drunk (all the time) mama while raising creative, competent,… Read More »
Language – My Failing Religion – Part 1
Language is a curious, snooty, wobbly god. I worship. I am a wannabe priestess. Sometimes my faith fails me. Sometimes… Read More »
