Image credit: Photo by Mike Licht, NotionsCapital.com on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons "I hate that you don't have a blog," said a woman about to undergo heart surgery, as she gazed sincerely up at her boyfriend, "I hate that I don't know what you're thinking." Mark and I burst into raucous laughter and had [...]
Posts under ‘communication’
I Don’t Love You
Image credit: Photo by jessica.garro on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons Most parents hear it at one time or another. Some variation on the universal theme of parent awfulness: "I hate you. I wish you were dead. I don't like you. I'm not going to be your child anymore. I want a new Mommy/Daddy. You're the [...]
Nightmares
Image credit: Photo by samzie2006 on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons I woke up this morning, muscles clenched like a fist and throat tight with anxiety, wanting to grab my son and never let him go. I crept to where he was sleeping and ran my fingers through his curls, reassuring myself he was there [...]
The Racial Issue
Image credit: Photo by GarySmith70 on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons "Mama, I'm half black, half white," Janie calls to me from where she's playing in the living room. I'd been wondering when this day would come, the day when my biracial daughter would finally notice race and start talking about herself in racial terms. [...]
It’s Not About Sex
Image credit: Photo by Leo Reynolds on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons With the story of South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford's week-long disappearance to visit his mistress in Argentina buzzing about, we're faced yet again with a barrage of images of a public figure tearfully apologizing for his infidelity, while his job hangs in jeopardy.* [...]
Recovery is Sexy
Image credit: Photo by Eternal ☼ Sunshine on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons It was raining the night I first kissed my husband. The wind was hissing and howling through the bare branches of the trees, rattling the last of the dead leaves still clinging to their posts. Before we kissed, we twined our hands [...]




