Happy Birthday to the Bestest Kid in the World–You Complete Me

Today marks ten years since my son came physically into my life.  He had a stronghold on me way before I held him in my arms, but September 21 was the first time I could put a face to the person that until that moment I blamed for all of my personal discomfort.  He was squishy and red and looked too damn much like his dad that I was actually questioning whether he was actually mine.  He didn’t come into the world easily (I had a c-section) but I would have done it a million times more just to be able to finally…

It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane…

As I was sitting at the library letting my mind wander from the totally scintillating task of fine filing children’s drawing books, I realized that I was kind of lame and pathetic.  It’s a hell of a thing when one minute you’re contemplating whether How to Draw Your Favorite Super Hero gets filed before How to Draw Your Favorite Super Hero Pet and you are hit with the overwhelming feeling of suck.  (How’s that for getting to the point?) While I knew that I was a pretty decent person with a pretty decent life, I also realized that I was…

I Think My Karma is Broken

I was having one of those unusually beautiful days where the kid got up when he was supposed to, I managed to have a nice hot shower with no interruptions, and the weather was unusually warm for January.  There was a little pep in my step and I went forth into the wilds of humankind in good spirits and gratitude.  Seriously.  I was like a 43 year old Pollyanna.  If I could have managed a jump and heel click I would have done it (but let’s face it, even attempting something like that would leave me with a broken arm…