August 2012

Seeking combobulation

I didn’t realize I’d been looking for my word but I seem to have found it.

I had a dream a few days ago, the night before picking up my younger son from camp. I was at my parents’ house looking through the fridge and found a finger standing up on the top shelf. It belonged to my older son.

“What happened?” I yelled.

Fears of a conference wallflower

Went to BlogHer12 in NYC this past weekend - me and 5,000 gals and a handful of guys who all have a blogging habit – which, I worried, would be as useless for making friends as having shared a difficulty inserting a first tampon, or a love of metaphor. It was a crazy scene and it’s possible I wasn’t dressed for it.