Dear Mom, Thank you for parenting me. As I remember, childhood was pretty good. You were attentive and sweet mostly and while I don’t remember making sculptures out of popsicle sticks or homemade Play-Doh, I do remember getting lots of your attention. How did you do it for so many years? I am having trouble right now. To be frank, Tashi is bugging the shit out of me. And Sebastian is a monster. But the real problem is [...]
Look what Victoria did when Sebastian got his leg caught in the crib. She doesn’t even know Karate.
The new deadline for Lip Service stories is September 8, 2010. Sorry about the change.
She wrote an awesome review of My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy. Check out Where in the World is Jennifer Santiago. But that’s not the only reason she’s my new favorite person. She’s a kick-ass, hottie, smarty, ex-lawyer journalist.
Personalizedbabybook’s Blog reviewed My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy today. And they got me. Whoever wrote the review was sure to warn, “Prepare to get sick of Askowitz’s whining.” Why do they always say I was whining? Ew, there I did it again. Okay, but this review also said, “Prepare to laugh uproariously at very simple moments.” And because you might not click the link, here’s what else it said: ”This memoir has roots, and will make you laugh as well as cry [...]
Last night I did an interview with SistersTalk Radio. It was so much fun. A great interview. The host was hard on me, which was really good. She said that in my book, My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy, I came across racist.I said, “I’ve been accused of being a brat, of being homophobic, of being an entitled cow, but never racist.”She said I mentioned race whenever I described a character. That race seemed to be at the top of my mind.I think [...]
This is my commentary on the stupidity of blogs and social media.
I’ve had a lot of mixed feelings about marriage growing up. At first I was all for it. I didn’t quite have the Cinderella dream, but I wanted to get married someday and saw myself with a husband and two or three kids and dogs and cats. Later I leaned that marriage had its complications. Not domestically, although of course it does, but politically, like that it may have been started so men could own women. This soured my taste [...]