There is something about being home and being lost. I start thinking my house is the problem. I’m furious with someone and I start to hate everything. Mim is talking more and constantly- she has been talking a lot for years but her conversational style has sped up and she asks questions non stop- which […]More
Martee Rodi - Momoirist
My heart is on my sleeve. I am a mom of 6 (ages 10-21). I teach special ed kindergarten and first grade In Atlanta, GA. I wear two loopy ponytails. One of my talents is making nothing look like something. Here I go- my first blog.
His apartment was on the second floor of a house near Tulane University. The house was the kind of old where the hard wood floors slant to one side and the bathrooms will never be clean because mildew and mold will never die in Louisiana. It was Junior year of college and we had been […]More
I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am […]More
At 9am the orientation began. Jan and another woman advised us fervently. “This is not a meet and greet.” This is Sunday School. Do not stand and clap for President Carter. Do not touch him. Do not tell him how you are related. (I guess that includes me telling him that I lived two doors […]More
I quit therapy because I’m special. I’m not like all the other women who have been cheated on and then divorced. I’m different. My therapist kept bringing up boundaries. The concept of boundaries conflicted with my sense of self. I don’t have many boundaries. I mean, I do have some boundaries. For instance, if you […]More