PREQUEL: I’m fine. Ross Gellar FINE. I have a very loving support system and I’m seeing a naturopath and I love my life, and I have profound gratitude for my very many blessings. —But this is my blog, and I live for the literary theatre. Proceed with thy grains of salt. While I’d love to…
My brain, as empty as one might expect it to be, does not, in fact, have the blank space set aside to allow the secondhand anxiety required in order to watch sci-fi thrillers. To my own vexing revelation, I often find myself starring as precisely the astronaut hero in one of those movies when her…
A very curious case of illnesses has befallen the Svellingers of late. It all kicked off a week before Halloween with Impetigo. Impetigo? Say you. Aye. It were indeed Impetigo, says I. And now that I’ve gratuitously brought you round the horn from Shakespeare to pirates, I’ll drag it on no further. BILGE WATER! I…
What I’ve been meaning to do is write an entry for the second birthday of our little Jonah in early July. And now it’s September. Naturally, I would gush on and on, as all mothers are wont to do, but it’s more than that because of this word: bittersweetness. However, at the end of my…
