Author Archives: Mrs. Spit

The Philosophy of Soup

Posted on October 15, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

I have become a fan of the moral philosophy of soup. Oh, I realize you think that I’m crazy. How on earth can there be a philosophy of soup. What is moral about soup? All great philosopher’s write some sort … Continue reading →

Posted in Feats of Wonder | 1 Comment

Magic

Posted on October 10, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

She sat on the chair in her grad student apartment and she told me about the lecture on Marx and laws she was going to give. I took a picture, although she doesn’t realize it. I was struck by magic … Continue reading →

Posted in Feats of Wonder, Life After Children, the nieces and nephews | 2 Comments

There’s a Girl

Posted on August 14, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

I was standing in line at the hardware store. It turns out that I didn’t have any construction adhesive and was a bit short on 1/4round and trim will go better when you have some. The people in front of … Continue reading →

Posted in Divorce, Home Reno's Aren't for Weaklings | 3 Comments

Not Listening, Not Debating

Posted on August 8, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

3 months ago a director in my organization made a lewd remark about my attire. I ought not to have to justify what I was wearing, but I assure you, it was appropriate to the situation. He was senior enough … Continue reading →

Posted in Feminism | 4 Comments

Slowly . . . Accidentally

Posted on August 3, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

  I’m slowly learning about myself. It’s not deliberate or calculated. It’s a series of accidental observations. It turns out that I like doing yard work. I surprise myself at how orderly I am. I like the process of yard … Continue reading →

Posted in Divorce | 1 Comment

Alchemy

Posted on July 18, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

I took Anthropology on a lark because it started at 10 am. It was the first time that I realized my idea of what being a woman meant was so bounded by my time, by background and my geography. Political … Continue reading →

Posted in Grad Student | 1 Comment

In the Middle

Posted on July 11, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

Yesterday was a bad day. I cloaked it in gallows humour, jokes about not having time to die. An innocent email to the MS nurse (I have 21 bruises on my legs and arms. I don’t know where they are … Continue reading →

Posted in MS Gets on Your Nerves | 4 Comments

Hers, In Mine

Posted on July 5, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

I am on a new medication and it gives me a dry mouth. My solution is to keep a ziploc baggie of scotch mints in my purse. They sit next to the package of kleenex. Which makes me my mother. … Continue reading →

Posted in The language of families | 2 Comments

setting the attractions of my good parts aside I have no other charm

Posted on June 24, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

I have faults. I’m, uh… easily mesmerized by people who use multi-syllabled words and, um, men who can discuss Tolstoy. Diane Lockhart, Good Wife.  Maybe you have been somewhere and you observed a couple on a date. You have recognized … Continue reading →

Posted in Dating Causes Indigestion | 4 Comments

In the Window (Staring Back at Me)

Posted on June 23, 2017 by Mrs. Spit

A few months ago I drove past the thrift store near my house and my wedding dress was on the mannequin in the window. I suppose this wasn’t a surprise. I had donated it some months previously. I held on … Continue reading →

Posted in Divorce, irrelevant reverence, Learning Life | 2 Comments