Wednesday, October 24, 2012

The Art of War

Have I mentioned that my mother has a propensity for being ridiculous? And also, that she was ready for grandbabies YESTERDAY?
These things are important.
If you don’t have a parent that is hell bent on getting grandkids outta your uterus whether you’re on board or not, there are a few things you should know about them. They’re crafty. And they are singularly focused on their goal. Which means that they are always looking for an opening to remind you that your heretofore unoccupied uterine apartment is disappointing to them. You can try your hardest to outsmart them, training yourself not to look at adorable babies in the mall, trying not to mention anything about anyone having any babies, while loudly espousing your love of all things contraception related. But you will never really be able to out maneuver them. Because they have far more years in the game than you. And no matter how you underestimate them, they are Machiavellian in their grandchild machinations.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012


We talk in random fragmented lyrics, relevant to whatever preceded it, but random nonetheless. Today alone I have retorted with T.I., Miranda Lambert, Doris Day, Nikka Costa. And he’s caught every reference.
I watch him when he’s not watching me, memorizing the rhythm of his gait, the way his mouth forms the jokes that have had me laughing all day. Without my permission, my skin recalls how his now smiling lips felt against my bare skin. I shiver. And smile.