Archive for October, 2006
All the Small Things
To Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte
To that girl on Saturday night
To the lovely Askimet
To that sweet kiss filled with sad hope
To that boy on Saturday night
To the little boy who said I was better than a cheese quesadilla
To die Schlauberger
To the friend who just loves me and loves me
To the older little boy who hugged me […]
I Offer This Moment of Distraction
The always wonderful Sara has a new toy and it sounds delightful. Maybe it’s even cobweb-head delightful, but I can’t say since I’m having a wonderful/awful weekend and the cobwebs haven’t been allowed to really settle in my brain like I wanted. But Sara? Sara is learning how to chair dance like […]
Posted by Melissa on October 8th, 2006 under Accomplices, Melancholia | 2 Comments »That Sweetly Vacant Look
When I’m faced with something difficult, something painful, I have this defense mechanism I do. It’s not healthy, it’s not normal I’m sure, but it was born out of an extraordinary situation in the past and I’m too easily snapped into it.
I withdraw.
Mentally, I go away. Take a long internal walk through the […]
Things to Do While Your Marriage Crumbles Around You
So, things here at Casa de Harpy suck. Mightily. Sucks and blows, actually.
I’m not going to go into the sordid details here and for that, I do apologize. This is not just my story to tell and I can’t do that to people I love and care for so much. But […]
My Head and My Heart Hurt
That is all.
Posted by Melissa on October 4th, 2006 under Married Once, Twice, Whatever, Melancholia | 10 Comments »My Child is Definitely More Awesome than Yours
Scene: Parents, fighting. Child, scared. Mother crawling into child’s bed with him, trying to assuage fears through massive amounts of snuggling.
Brett: Are you guys fighting?
Me: Yes.
Brett: It’s okay. We all fight.
Me: I know, honey, people do fight. It’s just part of life.
Brett: I think you need to go to your […]
Google Smackdown Monday
Dear reader who found my site whilst googling, “hairgum,”
Oh my god.
Hairgum.
I knew that was a universal problem.
It’s still fucking gross.
Sincerely,
Melissa