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Muscle: Studentum burntoutus profundus

Origin: proximal massage education facility.

Insertion: inferior surface of bedding covers.

Actions: tearing of the hair, mastication of the jaw, and systemic collapse via exhaustion.

To shorten this muscle, continue cramming relentlessly. To lengthen, intermittently apply chai latte and laughter.

Approximately 2% of you are laughing now: to you, who have survived kinesiology in medical or massage school (or [...]

NPFP Guest Post: When “Gifted” Isn’t a Gift

Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or so on — [...]

Intermission

Life is: growing plans ever bigger, scrambling to keep up commitments already extant, deadlines long since missed and still looming ahead, inspiration abounding, dubious coping skills on the sly, perspective shifts vertiginous and plentiful, and never enough time when everything wants done now.

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Life is: a hand clutching a hand, a ring digging into flesh and [...]

It seems inevitable

Just enough of my persistent-not-exactly-optimism is left that I won’t say it is inevitable… but damn does it seem it.

It seems inevitable that whenever I have a day of wow-I-totally-get-this-parenting-thing, look-at-me-be-zen-about-his-tantrums, damn-dude-why-can’t-you-just-let-it-go-like-I’m-doing, the next day — the very next day — I completely fucking lose it. Break-a-plate-in-anger-when-he-dumps-out-the-eggs-he-doesn’t-want lose it.

I don’t like it. Maybe the zen [...]

NPFP Guest Post: It’s Never Simple

NPFP Guest Post: Who helps the helper?

Interesting weekend

So here’s something I’ve discovered I won’t blog about: when it’s not my story to tell. When telling of my experience would reveal more than others are ready to share.

That was my weekend. This is the first time I’ve been at my computer for more than 5 minutes since Wednesday night.

Dear Record Number of Commenters: [...]

Call for anonymous posts

When I wrote The things we won’t blog, I had no idea I would get such a reaction: over 30 comments in 24 hours, talking about the things we don’t feel comfortable writing about on our own blogs, but nevertheless want to get out of us. Obviously, we have things to say that aren’t getting [...]

Invitations, Not Resolutions

Welcome to the January Carnival of Natural Parenting: Parenting
resolutions!

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month we’re writing about how we want to parent differently — or the same — in the New Year. Please read to the end to [...]

Solstice

I type in the light of a candle and a Douglas fir adorned with electric strings of incandescent filaments.

I’d realized earlier it was solstice, Yule, the rebirth of the diminished Sun, my religious holy-day, and I’d “done nothing”. My lifemate, my atheist, found me a candle and a match, and brought it to me to [...]

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