Undecided
I just returned from my mother’s hometown, Dixon, Il. Of her nine siblings that lived to adulthood, only four remain. But holy cow did they procreate so every family gathering is massive. We rented...
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Never Tear Us Apart
SPRING IS HERE! I keep reading articles and blogs on time scarcity. That seems to be what the Universe keeps serving up to me via emails and social media. Maybe it’s because Rocco’s schedule has...
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Lost On You
Some days you’re the leggings. You’re just phoning it in, knowing that your day is going to involve way more leisure than athletics and she’s really wearing you because she’s too bloated after “Wings...
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Trailers for Sale
A few weeks ago, on a whim, the boys and I took a detour from our errands to stop at Liberty State Park. I thought they might get a kick out of seeing the old train station, which, in my recollection...
View ArticleAchievement Unlocked
For those of you that have been around here for a bit, you know I’ve been working on Lymphomania for years. You know about its different versions. You know how I fumbled when trying to juggle kids and...
View ArticleNo Hard Feelings
I’m having trouble with words, lately. Most of the pieces I’m working on right now are humor. But some days…weeks…months…the funny is harder to find. Yes, humor is important. Always. Hell, even The...
View ArticleSave It For A Rainy Day
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, in a city at least twenty minutes away, I worked at a record label. We released a LOT of crap. (Exhibit A) Sometimes the crap sold well. Sometimes it didn’t. But...
View ArticleThis Little Light of Mine
I think we can all agree this hasn’t been a banner week. But the world still turns. I wrote a piece Wednesday morning about how we must shine on, fight on, hope on. (You can read it here.) And I’m...
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Suzy Q’s
I’ve been thinking a lot about Susan B. Anthony – suffragette extraordinaire and symbol of the women’s rights movement. But this morning, someone in my Facebook feed called her a racist. So I started...
View ArticleHate Is Not New
A photo posted by adrienne maree brown (@adriennemareebrown) on Jul 9, 2016 at 8:10pm PDT “I’m afraid,” I mumbled around my hands, trying to push the tears back in before the boys found us and started...
View ArticleAchievement Unlocked
For those of you that have been around here for a bit, you know I’ve been working on Lymphomania for years. You know about its different versions. You know how I fumbled when trying to juggle kids and...
View ArticleNo Hard Feelings
I’m having trouble with words, lately. Most of the pieces I’m working on right now are humor. But some days…weeks…months…the funny is harder to find. Yes, humor is important. Always. Hell, even The...
View ArticleSave It For A Rainy Day
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, in a city at least twenty minutes away, I worked at a record label. We released a LOT of crap. (Exhibit A) Sometimes the crap sold well. Sometimes it didn’t. But...
View ArticleThis Little Light of Mine
I think we can all agree this hasn’t been a banner week. But the world still turns. I wrote a piece Wednesday morning about how we must shine on, fight on, hope on. (You can read it here.) And I’m...
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Suzy Q’s
I’ve been thinking a lot about Susan B. Anthony – suffragette extraordinaire and symbol of the women’s rights movement. But this morning, someone in my Facebook feed called her a racist. So I started...
View ArticleHate Is Not New
A photo posted by adrienne maree brown (@adriennemareebrown) on Jul 9, 2016 at 8:10pm PDT “I’m afraid,” I mumbled around my hands, trying to push the tears back in before the boys found us and...
View ArticleAn Open Letter to My Struggling Friend on Mother’s Day
I know, I know. Two posts in less than a week! If Trump as the Republican nominee wasn’t already proof the END OF DAYS was upon us, my sudden prolificness would be, right? But I have a piece up over at...
View ArticleThe Pitch Sitch
The conference was so much more than I ever dreamed. So much more. I’m still swooning and high and drunk and giddy….maybe even orgasmic. It was THAT good. As I’m sure you already know, one of Erma’s...
View ArticleTaking Turns
I hid my dreams in the back of my mind – it was the only safe place in the house. From time to time I would get them out and play with them, not daring to reveal them to anyone else because they were...
View ArticleSerendipity
So January. That didn’t last very long, did it? Now here it is mid February already and I haven’t visited here since New Years. I’ve been working furiously on THE BOOK. It’s a long story, and one I...
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