April 29
As a kid, I wanted to be a doctor. "If you can see yourself doing anything else, do that," people told me very helpfully. Having been home schooled for 12 years, it never occurred to me to question authority. So I became a journalist instead, and was given the same career advice (but far, far less money than a doctor might have made. Thanks, guys.). After enduring a spectacularly mediocre five years in journalism, I dropped that -- and my premed courses -- and Became a Mommy. Luckily for my children, there are significant safeguards in place to prevent people from abandoning this particular career, so they're stuck with me. And now that I have an Open Salon blog, so are you. Ha!


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In an alternate world somewhere, I write at an antique desk in my own private space -- a well-worn, gently sunlit dormer with pale-green walls on the third floor of a century-old mansion, perhaps. Book ideas are neatly organized on bulletin boards (for I am a visual person) and a maid… Read full post »

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DECEMBER 2, 2010 10:32PM

My glorious 20 minutes as a quadriplegic

I’m a terrible liar – of the incompetent variety, not the inveterate type.  On the few occasions I’ve been asked to lie for someone, I’ve stammered and jabbered and overexplained.  While other people may “misspeak themselves” with facility and flair, thei… Read full post »

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NOVEMBER 24, 2010 1:42AM

Soy formula as a cornbread ingredient (& other tales of woe)

We were poor that year. We were always poor, since my father was a country preacher, but this year we were particularly down-and-out. Dad had decided to go back to school and earn a bachelor’s degree in ministry, which he would later use as a glorified cashier in big-box stores in… Read full post »

Sometimes, something will just hit you like a semi truck. And occasionally, that thing is an actual semi truck.  

There you are, driving along, minding your own business, when the cab of a tractor-trailer suddenly veers in front of you.

“Well, there goes my day,” you think.… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 12, 2010 3:04AM

The Slow Kid

“Aww, what a cute little guy,” says one of the class moms, brightly, watching a happy, red-cheeked boy race about aimlessly on the soccer field, dimples flashing. “Is he coming to school next term?”

“Oh, he’s 3 already. He’s in the afternoon class,” sa… Read full post »

Please feel free to cook for me. But don’t expect me to return the favor, unless you are comfortable consuming something that is either burnt or half-raw, spiced beyond the brink of sanity and whose measurements were improperly converted while doubling the recipe. (Although my culinary skills d… Read full post »

Have you tried the trendy new Facebook meme all your friends are sharing?

 “What’s Your Redneck Name?” is out. The AQ is in.

AQ stands for Autism-Spectrum Quotient, and if your 3,500 closest friends and you are posting your AQ scores, it’s a pretty safe bet you’re… Read full post »

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OCTOBER 25, 2010 6:16PM

The Satanists

“It’s locked,” I said, trying the rusty white handle of the screen door as the other neighborhood kids cupped hands over brows to dim the midafternoon sunlight as they peered through the murky glass.  We had expected as much, considering who lived here.

Our street was a block… Read full post »

You’d think I’m injecting my 5-year-old daughter with heroin, to hear the other moms talk.

“Drugs are just a Band-Aid solution,” they’ll say – these mothers of non-learning disabled children who believe all problems can be avoided by Good Parenting.

“I can… Read full post »