her face is just a fucking piece of art

Eidapalooza

Yom Kippur-Coachella. Think about it. We could make a killing.

Even better...Ramadan Bonnaroo. We could call it....Ramadannaroo.

Seriously! Personally, I need to go to bed angry, because when I wake up the next day, I’m well-rested and not nearly as mad.

As a momma of two I must reassure you that it will get better/easier/normal again.

When I go running, I fart. A lot. Normally I am running by myself so I just let them rip without shame, or until I am at least far enough away from the person running past me to claim a smelt it dealt it situation. So one night I had gone for a 5 mile jog at this park near my house (shout out to Green Lake) and I…

THIS WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS AND HONESTLY PROBABLY TOP TEN ESSAYS I HAVE EVER READ ON THIS SITE I LEGIT CRIED LAUGHING

This. It's so sweet when my boyfriend gives up listening to Morning Edition or Radiolab on his commute to hear me say fucking nothing for 30 minutes. That's love.

Seriously, who makes personal calls when they’re not in the car these days? I have an hour-long commute in each direction, and as soon as I arrive at home or at work, I need to be present and paying attention to the people who depend on me there (co-workers/clients/boss or kids/husband/pets). If I’m calling you at…

That was the brainchild of a bacterial upper-respiratory infection and three days with no sleep at all. It’s when I’m at my most creative.

The piece summarizes a decade of therapy with Greta,

Let’s not forget that gay people should be legally prevented from getting married because it is such a sacred institution.

Can we talk about whether there’s a difference between being racist and being offensive? Sometimes things are racist, for example, statements that ARE influenced by stereotypes about race, but then also maybe not that offensive? I think it’s good to notice how your opinions about things are formed by biases, but then…

Around 5th grade my father would send me to school with a thermos of coffee..so theres that..

And those two met while planking.

Depends on your need for emotional support. I think that you probably should at least tell your husband, so you have someone to talk to about it.

I'm holing up in my apartment and waiting for the race war to end, so that I emerge into a desolate city where I am the only survivor... :)