Could you describe the ruckus, sir?: March 2011

Could You Describe the Ruckus,Sir?

Could You Describe the Ruckus, Sir?

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Letter to my daughter (with an update 9/16/13)

Hello my girl, I wanted to say hi and tell you how much I miss you and that I hope your classes are going well and that you are having fu...
And now for something completely different...

I promise you I will never win any Mother of the Year awards. Some of you already know that my post of October 1st went wildly, unexpectedl...
The mess I make

First, a warning. This post lacks wisdom and is quite literally about the mess I make. I'm working on honesty here, and honestly, my hou...
The Year of Big Life Events, a summary, including THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE, and some other stuff

I should call it The Year, in caps, the one that began and ended in a tutu, the one that was so full of Big Life Events that writing seeme...
You Don't Mess With My Heart (Komen et al)

This post is in part about the Komen debacle; if you aren't familiar with it, start here . Otherwise read on: ...
I'm a shitty writer, and a crappy artist.

Or maybe it was crappy writer and shitty artist. Either way, the truth is debatable, but that's what one of my "friends" said...
Fuck you Chris Christie (in defense of New Jersey)

You and your "Jersey style" rants don't fool us. Intimidation is the tool of a bully, and everyone knows the truth about bul...
Um, dude? "We trounced your asses" ? Are you f**king kidding me?

Some days are like that. This is one of them. Got up in the middle of the night (ok, 5:30 am, but it was dark ) in order to make it on time ...

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