what momma writes

I started writing this the eve before I had the "coffee incident" that I put on fb last week- this coffee incident happens all the time, no big deal, right? a little something like this: I was in line at our local sbux (I know, it's a chain coffee institution...) and was the 6th of 9 people in line. All but one person was on the phone in some capacity - texting, fb, ig, tweeting, vine-ing? god only knows and the list goes on. No one was making eye contact. No one was even remotely paying attention to their surroundings. eyes on phone and floor to see if the person in front was moving along. I'm guilty too: I walked in with my wallet and phone in hand. if I hadn't taken the time to notice the 7 other people on their phones I may have joined the "party" and, I don't know, done something really important, like check facebook so I know what my high school buddy is feeding their child for breakfast or a looked through 32 of my coworkers weekend pho...

in honor of V-WEEK (falls near valentine's day)  i'd like to post my own monologued letter to my vagina  due to my birth experience. some of you know that i was in the vagina monologues senior year of college.  i performed the monologue 'reclaiming cunt' i did a gospel style song of the monologue reclaiming the word cunt-  making it stand for something positive.  the whole experience was truly empowering. for all of you that haven't seen the show, just see it. dear vagina, this may come as a shock to you, but i'm still a little mad at you. i thought writing stella's birth story would help me get out my anger-  and don't get me wrong. it did.  but it was my therapeutic band aid. some of that anger stuck around and lingered. i was thinking about the birth last week while i was in the shower  (i tend to do most my thinking there or before bed, quite annoying actually...)  and i realized that every time i think about the faulty ...