me, molly, & the moon

...was what my mom called me when I was a) having a candlelit ritual in the backyard, b) extolling the virtues of tofu and condemning the me...

My lifestyle’s making me insane. Tag-team parenting is bullshit; I want full days with the three of us. I can handle being a working mom, bu...

I decided that anything sharing this intimate a relationship with my nipples should have a name. So, meet Sophie B. She is my breast pump. S...

Despite two weeks of crying after my short, unpaid maternity leave about just such an event, I survived missing Molly's first steps whil...

Today was my court date for the unruly dogs. (Who have now been licensed and have current rabies shots, as well as shiny new collars for the...

Ridin' the meme train: Read my VisualDNA ™ Get your own VisualDNA™

This is an ode to my Bu. Bu who drags me away from my computer when I am ready to explode with stress and makes me go hike up the hill acros...

And since I just scan mine in Photoshop instead of whatever awesome geekification Jase uses, I'll just link here , and you imagine it...

I feel so overwhelmed and anxious right now. Grandma fell (she still has a cast on her broken ankle from last time she fell. This a.m. wasn...

Our internet service was down all day yesterday. I had a lot of offline work to do, so it wasn't a loss. I spent way too much time turn...

Or, "In Which Heidi Rants Aimlessly about Embracing the Real Feminine." Gender, girls, girliness. Pink shit, prissy princesses, D...

The past several years I’ve had roughly 1,572 encounters with women, usually younger than I am, who have said/written/expressed, “I’m not a ...

Thordora's giving away an intriguing book about genetic mutations to a random reader who blogs about her/his own oddity. The post came...