You know, sometimes I have these fairly deep thoughts, such as: Mothers seem, to many observers, to become less individual and unique, more mundane and harried, concerned with packing sufficient Cheerios and a change of clothes, instead of art, literature, politics. But really, all this stuff is just on the inside now, and even more intense, all mixed up with this heart-rending pain-love that outlines every single thought, feeling and action. It's something beyond words, and therefore not often shared verbally.
Then I have a completely opposite inclination, like "Wow, I should write that down, so that everyone knows how cool I am." Good God, I think some days, I am way too human.
--N
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
RANDOM ENTRY
all words � ME, 2005.