Recognition

Tonight we went to The Pub to get Adam cigarettes. The girl working the nonexistent cash register (they hand-tally each purchase) said: "I read your article in Salon." Then she thanked me for writing it.

I blushed. And was thrilled.

More response to the Salon piece

Check it out here.

Who wants a cookie?

I have set something in motion

When I found this article, I thought: Shit. I've gotten people talking. Fuckin'-A.

The facial hair was my obvious secret for so long. Now I can use it as a vehicle for change -- not just for me, but for others.

The power of words, man. Incredible.

I'm on Salon

And I'm thrilled! It's here! And if you've come to this blog from Salon, thanks for visiting, and feel free to drop me a line.

Today's writing

I am one angry bitch.

You wouldn’t believe what sets me off. Sunflowers. Organic eggs. Puppies. Puppies! Who gets angry at the idea of puppies? Me, that’s who. The anger is cutting and cold, cleansing. It asks no questions. It leaves no room for equivocation.

I don’t just like being angry. I love it.

I don't love them yet

We've had Jack and Maizie for two weeks now. They're sweet and they're trouble, and it's taking me time to bond with them. I didn't expect much different. Fact is, I like dogs far better than I like puppies. Dogs are focused on you. Puppies are focused on ... anything but.

When I'm out with them people often say: "I bet they're so much fun." They can be, but that's a small part of it. Fact is, they're work. And Adam and I feel more like parents than ever before.

Do I regret getting them? I do think it was too soon after Oliver. That said, in six months I believe I will feel different. I don't want to just get through this time with them, though. I want to enjoy it or at least appreciate it as best I can. I know when they're 12 or 13, we'll look back and wish we could see them romping through the grass just once more.

Trust me. I know.