Fear of a Neutral Planet

Some will call this self-indulgence . . .

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(Note to reader: like many blogs out there, this contains a couple salty words.) The first time I read the script for Sarah Kane’s 4.48 Psychosis, I was sitting in the dayroom at Kansas City Research Hospital. That’s a loony bin, by the way. I was there detoxing from a ...

Counting Blessings . . .

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1. Morphine. I have no idea how people went through this shit when they couldn't dose the dying hourly with hardcore drugs. 2. Chef Boyardee canned ravioli. Shut up. You have some disgusting comfort food that you won't let people watch you eat, too. 3. Camping cots 4. Brandy. It's ...

Perspective

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As many of you know, my world has been a little weird lately. From managing my father's pallative care to wrestling with the question of whether or not I should put both him and my mother into a nursing home, to my husband's recent severe and as-yet unexplained illness, it's ...

Wallowing

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We could see that you weren't yourself And the lines on your face did tell It was just as well You'd never be yourself Again . . . . . . stars in your eyes free from the life that you knew . . . My Daddy is dying. He's ...

Kindergarten, or, God Help Us All

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So I’m finally facing the fact that my child will be going to public school in the fall. We originally planned on homeschooling, but we’re realizing that I don’t have the patience or, with the new baby, the time and effort resources, to do that. The fall-back plan was Catholic ...

Race and Family, or “You say her grandfather is WHAT?”

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So I admit, I don’t really think about race that often. For one thing, I’m a white middle-class suburbanite living in Johnson County—that means my daily exposure to non-white people is the Hispanics who mow my neighbors’ lawns. For another, I somehow managed to come out of my racist, small-town ...

It's been a while, hasn't it?

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Warning: the following blog is nothing more than a blatant abuse of my status as “blogger” to update my friends and the modest yet loyal following of readers I’ve amassed over the past half decade or so of blogging on this site as to the past eight months of my ...

Babies Make You Stupid

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Sure. It's the pregnancy. That's my entire excuse for acting with the intelligence of a boiled turnip for the past half a year. And now, to pay for it, I get to go through the fun and excitement of switching obstetricians five months before I give birth.So maybe I can't ...

RABIES!!!!!!!

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So, the saga of our severely fucked-up neighbor family continues. A couple of days ago, they knock on our door, grubby two-year-old in tow. The kids say he was scratched by our cat, and they're taking him to the doctor for it.Yeah. It gets better.After they get home from their ...

Fairies Wear Boots, or, My Adventures As a Reluctant Rennie

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The King of Vulgaria is tickling my wrist with his overgrown mustache while his Queen hunts earwax through her wig with a jeweled hairpin. I'm trying to ignore his eyes traveling over my foliage-clad bosom long enough to smile charmingly at the three Snow Whites, two generic fairies, and one ...

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