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Let's talk about one of my favorite things: resume templates. If you know me at all, I hate them. They're the bane of my existence and I think they should all be shot right in their templatey faces. So, why the passion? Why the rage? Why the threats? They're absolutely hellacious to edit, customize and … Continue reading Resume Templates: Just…Don’t
If you're reading this now, you either have a jerk baby or you're wondering what the hell kind of mother I am to refer to my child as a jerk. Obviously a terrible one. Well, you've come to the right place. Yesterday, my 25-weeker (or half(ish) year-older, if you're one of those people annoyed with … Continue reading Help! My Baby is Being a Jerk
I never aspired to be a production scheduler at any point in my life. It makes sense to me that I'm not bad at it and that I enjoyed the anxiety-inducing, multitasking nightmare that it is. But from every direction that my life took that I never thought it would, there's something to take away. … Continue reading Life Lessons from Scheduling Production
To our beloved Corps: I write this not only on your 241st birthday but also on the eve of Veteran's Day which also happens to be our 3rd wedding anniversary. Many things have changed in my Marine's life since he separated from the USMC and yet the behaviors and sense of self he exhibits is … Continue reading Dress Blues in our Daughter’s Closet
The oddity that is enchantment in the purplingand falling of deciduous things: a deafening dying but below, scarved people exclaim, fooling themselves into thinking they've found a newness. But this dying of deciduous things, this purpling of papers on stem ends isn't unlike the purpling of a man's lips waging into the night against breath-stealing … Continue reading Deciduous Things
I am so far removed from my food. Where it grew, from which stem it was plucked before I reached for it on the dimpled corrugated cardboard, giving its skin a quick smell, a once-over for bruised flesh, and letting it roll from my fingers into a squeaking bag destined for my metal shopping cart. … Continue reading Pears on Grandpa’s Painting Stool
Here I sit, on the eve of our baby shower, and it dawned on me. Tomorrow, at the shower, our baby's gender will be revealed. Today is the last day of my life that my child is just a human being. Not a baby boy or girl. Just a little person with a galaxy of … Continue reading Good Humans
Just a quick post to say the following: -No, I haven't forgotten about my domain here. Moreover, I'm anticipating the celebration of its being up and running for one year very soon. And of course I'll renew. -I still haven't pinpointed the meaning of life. I am, however, certain it has something to do with … Continue reading Skill Achievement (Kind Of)
So, we're going to be parents. Most of you already knew but if you didn't, there it is. I'm a little more than 18 weeks pregnant with what we're calling Squish, for now. It's quite an odd feeling to be so in love with someone you've not yet met. Someone who, the last time you saw in black and white, looked like a paisley and not a human. But I do so damned much. Well, I have some things to discuss with you, Squish.