As the days pass, Morrison and I keep remembering surreal little bits of our hospital stay, like we ate mushrooms a few weeks ago and are now just recalling all that we saw and did. …
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EXCUSE ME, MY SURGERY HURTS
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Stretch marks the Spot
Who’s already tired of my postpartum word play? NO ONE? GREAT, I’LL KEEP GOING FOR MONTHS. I’m only two weeks postpartum, and I’ve yet to fully look at or reckon with what pregnancy has wrought …
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doing my breast
I don’t have time to form like a full, coherent diatribe on breastfeeding, and also is there even enough time in the world? No. Time is even more precious now, my son just grew a …
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if you can’t take the heat
California is in an intense heat wave right now, resulting in power blackouts and featuring something called ‘fire tornadoes,’ so this morning when I read that the County was requesting LA residents to turn reduce …
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Screaming
Maybe she’s born with it, maybe she’s in her Third Trimester but I have zero energy to spend on shaming people who aren’t wearing masks or screaming at them inside of my head to change …
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WINGS FOR EVERYONE!
Some elementary school students in China are wearing these gorgeous wings to remind them to keep their distance from each other while at school and I CAN’T, I JUST CAN’T, (BUT I CAN.) “The preventive …
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torture spot
I don’t know about you, but MY favorite part of the playwriting process is when none of it is working and all of it is bad and none of it makes sense, and everyday you …
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KATHY
KAREN HAS A COUSIN. Her name is Kathy, and she works as a pre-natal ultrasound technician at my hospital, and she is CHATTY AS THE DAYS ARE ENDLESS AND NO LONGER MARKED BY EVENTS. Take …
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SAUSAGE, PARTY OF FOUR?
One of my FAVORITE things to do is call large groups of men a Sausage Party. Writer’s rooms, social gatherings, a few dudes just sort of standing together, my brothers gathered in a room, nephews …
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BUTT TRUTH
I just caught a glimpse of the actual size of my butt in a mirror, like an actual mirror, not a mirror in which I control my image of myself, and it cast great doubt …