What does it say when "Peter Peter pumpkin eater" is the only thing that comes to mind when I think about pumpkin poetry? I mean please, can a nursery rhyme be any more offensive than that one? Pumpkin shell indeed. Luckily, there are other pumpkin rhymes and I'm hoping one of them will get stuck in my head soon and rid me of Peter and his patriarchal ways.

   As a dedication to Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I decided to talk openly about the thoughts I've had about my boobs and really, boobs in general.  After I had made the decision to breastfeed my son, and then upon breastfeeding successfully made the decision to breastfeed 4 more future children (God willing), I started thinking about the sacrifices my body was making.  I thought if my boobs suffered from the 9 months of pregnancy plus at least 12 months of breastfeeding my one kid multiplied by the 4 more times that I was willing to invest in my boob stocks all over again,

I have stayed away as of late because I am just too emotionally invested in this election.  I can say though that Sarah Palin asking who is Barack Obama pisses me off to the nth degree.  Who is she?  Where in the h*ll did she come from?  But this thing with Ayers is killing me.  Because for one who investigates their friends?  I was very surprised to find out that one of my best friends for the last 7 years has been married 3 times.  Then there are those things in my past I plan to take to my grave with me.  My mom, who was just one of the best people I have ever known, told us whe

Where is this “inner strength” I’m supposed to develop?  Where is the “new normal?”  When do I stop catapulting between wanting to sleep forever and being unable to close my eyes?  When do I get to see my living boy as more than the one who lived?  When do I get to be ME again?  Do I ever get to be me again or this horrible shrew who just explodes at the slightest provocation?  When will I stop being pulled betw

Since I’ve spent the past week watching the stock market plummet and looking for a place for me and the boyfriend to move into, I have money on the brain. And it occurred to me that just because we were all worried the banks might fail (what do you think?), that didn’t mean people were going to stop going out, dating, or meeting strangers for coffee—it just meant that there was a greater need for things to do that wouldn’t cost as much money.