Celebrate *THIRTY YEARS TODAY* since @CountingCrows' "August and Everything After" came into our world with this (still-downloadable zip file of mp3s) soundboard recording of their 1993 Boulder show, introducing these little wee babies to the world:
https://t.co/e7HnW7vWBo
@fritofritofrito @_motherslug I mean, even THINKING about this song gives me actual goosebumps:
“I take it for granted, if I could love you unconditionally I /
could iron out the edges of the darkest sky.
For some of us it ain't enough”
https://t.co/Zn0x2Q1thv
I really love "back on my bullshit" because it implies:
1) you have bullshit to be on (proud of you for that);
2) you took a little break (for self-care, maybe?); and
3) now you're back, refreshed, and on your bullshit.
Deserves to be read and savored and felt in the gut every day; the truest expression of the complicated steaming messy joy of motherhood I’ve ever experienced.
#mothersday@KateJBaer
The more I think about how all her obituaries sum up all her creative, powerful, multi-faceted writing about her whole life as a “mommy blogger,” the more genuinely angry I get. You try so hard, for so long, to be a full and valued human writer — and you get “mommy blogger.”
“If she’d been a man, she’d be a humorist and memoirist. But she was a woman, so she was a mommy blogger.”
A wrenching essay that I resonate with strongly, about the tremendous loss of @dooce and what her writing and her work meant to so many of us.
https://t.co/lYflZKMro1
@lyzl This is a wrenching and magnificent post, Lyz. I felt so much of the same things you did. And this line …oof. “If she’d been a man, she’d be a humorist and memoirist. But she was a woman, so she was a mommy blogger.”
Thank you for writing this.