Monthly Archives: August 2011

Famous Foremothers: Cynthia Nixon

I’m not butch. I’m not really sporty either – unless you’d asked my friend Dana back in 2001 since it was the only thing she could think to call me before I came out. I’m not lipstick or chapstick, and I’m definitely not femme. Lesbian adjectives aside, the point is, I’m not really the type […]

Are You My Daddy?

Remember that children’s book “Are You My Mother?” It was one my favorites, even though a baby bird falling out of his nest and spending the next 15 pages trying to find his mother is a pretty tragic plot line for a children’s book. I remember feeling especially distressed when the baby bird climbs onto […]

A follow-up from Grandma Up

The bottles I ordered from 1-800-Homeopathy arrived on our doorstep last week. I ended up ordering Anxiety #320 and Sleep #173 to piggyback with my Sleepytime herbal tea. I’ve been taking two or three tissue salts of Sleep #173 at night, washing it down with tea and sleeping very soundly. It’s been a nice return […]

Save your snatch: adopt!

It’s no secret my biggest fear of the entire pregnancy process is the labor. The pushing, screaming, cramping, tearing, bleeding part. I just read this ridiculous spread in US Weekly with quotes from Hollywood’s finest saying things like, “Giving birth was like a dream!” “I was so calm in the birthing tub, the room was […]

Fenway’s more than a ballpahk, kid.

For as much excitement as I felt all day last Thursday, I was surprised at how calm I felt on the drive into Boston. Because you can never really predict how big of a shitshow Boston traffic will be, I had allowed us plenty of spare time to thread our way along Storrow Drive; crawl […]