InMyPartyDress
InMyPartyDress
InMyPartyDress

I have often wondered which was worse, losing a mom really early before you can even form memories or later on when they are solidly such a part of your life. And then I remember it isn't a contest. Hope Edelman's book, Motherless Daughters explores the topic fairly well. I spent the day with my mother's siblings and

That's great that you and your family can remember your mom together. The last time my dad, brother and I talked about my mom together is when she died. It sucks.

My mom died before I was two and the anniversaries and birthdays are still tough (I am thirty seven now.) I usually do a little picture and memorabilia digging, a trip to the cemetery, a bit of a weepy wallow, and some pampering like a facial or mani pedi. It didn't help matters that I married a jerk face on the

Hugs hugs hugs. I am so sorry, I can't even imagine. I have no advice, but I have much anonymous internet stranger love for you!

It's been nearly 20 years (fuuuuck that's a long time) since my mom died. I handle the anniversary different year to year. It usually isn't a good day. I try to be as normal as possible, but it feels like I'm only sweeping it under the rug. Then I feel guilty for trying to be normal. I guess what I'm trying to say is

Hello there!

Ladies (and one very cool dude) got together at a Starbucks here in Nippon and did something called a "Creative Rally" where people just did whatever creative stuff that they liked to do. I wrote, of course.

Okay ya'll...I am currently in a 48 hour qualifying exam for my PhD. I am writing away but hitting blocks. At this point, I have 14 hours before it is due. I am really having to deliver a final push, I am trying to keep my nutrition and sleep up but I am exhausted...I just need some good old fashioned cheerleading in

At your request Mark, I have joined "The Twitter"

20's, shmenties. The best is yet to come.

I'm beginning to think each decade of your lives are dedicated to a different stage of growth. For me the 50's have been the " AHA! I finally know what I'm doing " decade.

NO MORE SHART-SHAMING.

How much would you have to be paid to be "the face of sharting"?

Oh my god, it drove me nuts.

Okay, so I'm following Daiquiri Factory's instructions. I'm reading. The name of the drink is Date Grape Koolaid. I'm not assuming negativity.

There is nothing funnier than a rape joke, people! You are all wrong.

totally not being an idiot. i've been to residential programs and if my mother were any where near there, i would not have recovered the way i did.

I've suffered from eating disorders (bouncing dynamically btwn anorexia, bulimia and exercise bulimia) for about 19 years now. My mother was basically Kesha's Dr. Luke (if he said those things). As much as my mother hounded me, put me on fad diets, took me to "doctors" to get me prescribed phen phen, etc., there

I mean no offense to the photographer (I didn't actually click on the link, just saw what was put here.) but if you're going to do a spoof, it may be better to take pictures in a more...oh dear...professional way? They look like snapshots compared to the "inspirations." Great idea though!