Tag Archives: humor

The Invisible Mom Strike

I was raised in a family that was strongly pro-union. My paternal grandparents, both NYC-born children of Jewish immigrants who found fulfilling careers in social work and education, were staunch and unmoveable Marxist lefties. As the child of the Boomer they accidentally raised to be fiercely ambitious and capitalistic, I was reared with both aContinue reading “The Invisible Mom Strike”

Happy New Year, Okay?

There, I said it. But you can’t make me mean it. Happy New Year! Welcome to my second ever annual blog post about the…new annum. That was awful. Let me start over. Happy New Year from your best friend who blogs semi-annually and whom you love reading even though you mostly forgot she sometimes writesContinue reading “Happy New Year, Okay?”

We have a new kitchen

My new kitchen has green cabinets and wide drawers with many segments for many utensils and a garbage disposal and a sink big enough to bathe a small child. I’ve spent the weekend unpacking our things and outfitting the space with all kinds of organizational and aesthetic accoutrements, and I am pleased to report that I am now a completely new and different person.

Hey, What’s New?

I ran into a friendly acquaintance while walking the dog the other day. “Hey, what’s new, how are you?” She asked, unsuspectingly. “Well,” I began, and this is a very bad way to begin. Anyone who asks that question and is met with that answer experiences instantaneous regret. Wrong place, wrong time, friendly acquaintance Kelly.Continue reading “Hey, What’s New?”

Happy New Year, Ya Filthy Animals

Well, hello there, friends. Happy New Year! Now, I’m going to choose my next words carefully. I don’t want to make any grand statements I’ll regret due to my superstitious upbringing and core beliefs that any positive or optimistic observations will result in swift and poignantly cruel cosmic retaliation. But, ah, what the hell. ItContinue reading “Happy New Year, Ya Filthy Animals”

Hey! Hi. Hi there, how are you?

Oh, hi! It’s me. Remember me? I think it’s still me, anyway. Are you still you? Whoops! That was a funny question. I meant, how are you? You don’t have to answer that. It was more or less always rhetorical air-filler. But also, here’s a better question: did you ever think you’d live through aContinue reading “Hey! Hi. Hi there, how are you?”