My mom had me at 36 (no fertility issues as far as I’m aware). So same boat. My mom is also of the ‘your life, your body, your world’, so even if she desperately wants a grand kid, she’s contented with spoiling my dog within an inch of his life.

Fucked up benefit of having a dead husband: no longer having to hear from his goddamn fucking crazy ‘I had two kids by the time I was 21!’ mother about how my eggs are dying and why wasn’t I being like her and having babies as young as possible.

Hi! I’m glad your date went well!

I’m still trudging through Der Nasse Fisch, because it’s getting slow at the end.

I frequently joke I’m about half a step away from becoming an Edie.

I always said I was really just one bad life event away from being the Edies. I enjoy them in a cautionary tale sort of way.

Do whatever is easiest.

Thank you. It’s a weird planet I now live on, but I no longer feel like I’m wandering around completely without a map. Just a really really freakin’ vague map.

He is distractingly beautiful in Call Me By Your Name.

It’s hard to be the person that holds someone else up. But it is what she needs right now. So many people were like ‘whatever I can do to help, let me know!’ Well, you know what, I had NO idea what I needed, let alone the emotional and physical ability to articulate it and ask. I needed people to show up, tell me to…

I need to stop getting high while watching Westworld. It makes all of it 85 times more confusing.

I’m so sorry. I’m a recent widow to cancer, but no children. I can’t imagine the added deep, horrid challenge of having children involved. All I can say is follow her lead. Everyone’s grief is unique and different. But if she wants to talk about him, talk about him like he’s active and impactful in every moment of her…

My late husband always wanted kids. I was less sold, but was of the ‘I won’t regret it, probably’ land. So many of his friends now have new kids, and were all sharing about it today. Just made it painful for me about how much he wanted a kid, and never got one (for the better. This shit is rough enough without having…

I was going to college to major in history. Then I was going to get a PhD. I thought I was going to be a professor.

I will. I think I’ll get it done next week.

I’m excited. It’s rolled into one tribute to the pup, but also a memorial/reminder tattoo for my late husband. Buster was our dog, our share love, and little more embodies ‘us’ more than this little ball of crazy fur. He is a reminder for me to find joy and happiness amidst the sadness, no matter what form it may come…

Good bear, smart bear. I am jealous of this bear.

Good bear, smart bear. I am jealous of this bear.

Yeah, my mom wasn’t having any of this maybe crap. She knew what that word would cause her. It was yes or no, straight out.

I’m reaching peak coffee!