Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Sometimes it feels like it is us against the world

We battle the bills; we wage war on the leaky drains and faulty electrical circuits. We struggle through figuring out parenthood. We stand together, through the sleepless nights and uncertainty. We become responsible adults together, even though sometimes we still feel like teenagers playing house. You are my fearless battle comrade, my brave southern rebel. With you and God I can get through anything, and so I know we can prevail.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Guys Girl

I'd rather fix my house than my hair
I'd rather drink beer than fruity drinks
I'd rather watch The Godfather than The Notebook
I'd rather play volleyball than lay out for a tan
I'd rather eat hot wings than salads
I'd rather hike than go shopping
I'd rather talk about football than fashion
I'd rather play poker than paint my nails
It's hard for me to understand other girls sometimes
Maybe a few of my x chromosomes are out of sorts
I have trouble connecting with women
They kind of bore me
Still as a woman I feel obligated to reach out to them,
Required to sit through conversations about purses and babies
Obliged to feign worry about calories and body image.
Sometimes I'm the odd girl out,
I like to hang out with guys- it's easier.
Sometimes it makes me feel like a freak.
There has to be something wrong with me right?

Friday, March 19, 2010


Forget each other,
The moments that were shared.
Forget the connections that mattered.
It is easy to gain distance.
Time has a painless way of separating us,
Even the most fiery love can grow cold when time is given free reign
The deepest friendships pass away as if they never existed.
Best friends forever turn to Facebook friends.
When I close my eyes I remember how you used to make me feel,
Alive and flushed, flustered and free,
But seeing your face now,
All I feel is distance.

Friday, March 12, 2010

I am loved

Your love grounds me
When life is dizzy, it holds me steady.
It is always there.
After a dreary day, you hold me close,
hand me a beer and kiss my head.
The day is done, and I am loved.
I sucked at my job, but I am loved.
How can you erase the day with a smile?

Thursday, March 4, 2010


I hate intermission.
I don't smoke.
My bladder is a steel tank.
I have no desire to eat a whoopie pie between acts of "Much Ado About Nothing."
In fact, there is nothing I desire to do half way through a production.

Still life gives me intermissions, regardless of whether I ask for them.
Sometimes a cold makes you lay in bed for days on end.
Sometimes you have to wait for the things you want.
Sometimes stuff just takes longer than you anticipated.

I'd love to say I learn from these small intermissions,
but my impatience gets in the way.
Still, I think the intermissions are there to force me to slow down.
I have to rest, to drink more water, to get more sleep.

I hate intermission.
But a couple of my friends do smoke,
My sister always has to use the bathroom,
And my husband loves whoopie pies.
Every now and then we need an intermission.