This year, I set myself 22 little goals to pursue throughout the year. I call them the 22 in 22. Once a week (or there abouts), I take a few minutes to check my progress on a few of my goals. #1 Connect better with the scalawags, according to their Love Languages It’s not oftenContinue reading “Week 48: Anger, Snuggles and Resolutions”
Tag Archives: Rage
Refashion: That Amazing Salmon T-shirt
Please allow me a theoretical digression before I show off my latest refashioning project: Remember how I told you that I have been suffering under the fog of my hormones lately? Remember how I was complaining, à la Justin McElroy, that my womb was wandering and I was feeling a little bit hysterical? Remember howContinue reading “Refashion: That Amazing Salmon T-shirt”
Refashion: That Fabulous Striped Shirt
I came across this quote that really spoke to me: Everything that you make, that’s made by your energy, is partially made out of you. It’s made out of whatever experiences you’ve had. So you can knit little booties and they will be made out of your rage. You can get your rage out ofContinue reading “Refashion: That Fabulous Striped Shirt”
Hysteria, the Wandering Womb and Me
One of my favorite podcasts, Sawbones, hosted by Sydnee and Justin McElroy, is a “marital tour of misguided medicine.” On Sawbones, Sydnee, a medical doctor, discusses the history of certain ailments–or at least, what were historically considered ailments–and medical cures for these ailments. Justin, for his part, makes topics like hemorrhoids, birth control and leprosyContinue reading “Hysteria, the Wandering Womb and Me”
The Sublimation of Red Leggings
Yesterday, I went on a theoretical tangent about the Freudian concept of Sublimation: the act of redirecting socially unacceptable impulses into activities that those that are acceptable. I also discussed research on the creative process, by which adrenaline constantly raises the bar for the artist, causing him to seek out newer, more dangerous novel experiencesContinue reading “The Sublimation of Red Leggings”
Sublimation
As you know, I have a theory about everything. The fact that I pull most of my theories out of thin air doesn’t ever really bother me. In my last missive on hormonal rage and refashioning, I theorized that the act of creating helped create an escape hatch for the rage. I stand by thisContinue reading “Sublimation”
A Clean House
To come round out my unfitness as a wife and mother is another wholly socially unacceptable gem of a character trait: I am a terrible terrible terrible terrible housekeeper. Don’t get me wrong. I love a clean house. I love a sparkly floor or a clean shower-thing-you-put-the-soap-on. I don’t just passively dislike housekeeping. I activelyContinue reading “A Clean House”
Schedule and Family Life
I don’t know if retro-planning is real word or one I invented, but it has been what I have been known for introducing to single place I ever worked. It means starting as far out as possible from an event date and counting backwards to the current date, scheduling through the steps and tiny detailsContinue reading “Schedule and Family Life”
Sing With Your Feet 