Notes From Neptune

I write about people, places, and things.


How about that last post, huh? WHAT A DOWNER. I’d sort of resolved to not write another until I had The Answer, the all-encompassing reason behind the wretched experience that was/has been daily life up to, well, still, kinda. Suffice it to say, The Great Answer has yet to reveal itself. But I feel like we’re almost there. The Moon Friend has really exploded on the verbal front lately. And.. Read More

Something’s Wrong

That’s about all I know, really. From January to March, Neimah was working on a play in Baltimore, so for most of two months I was at home solo-parenting the wee Moon Friend. I was tired of course, because it was tiring. Then Neimah came home, the pandemic hit, and my body just gave up on me. Tired unlike anything I’ve ever known. Tired like I’m almost drunk, losing my.. Read More

小怪兽 or, in pursuit of a pseudonym.

I started thinking after writing the last post…about That Guy. We’re trying to keep him off the internet as much as is humanly possible in this day and age, at least until he can weigh the consequences for himself and make his own decisions about his online life. So far his face appears in only one Instagram post (by his dad). But he’s alive. And he’s part of our lives… Read More

Hoo boy.

This whole kid-having thing is no joke, guys. Here we are, almost ten months down the road from the arrival of That Guy, and I’m only just starting to feel like I have the time to, like, do stuff. That isn’t momming or momming-related. It’s a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I love the crap out of That Guy. He is adorable and squishy and endlessly entertaining when he’s not.. Read More

I am beginning to suspect

That those women who talk about how AWESOME they felt during their pregnancies? They are lying liars who lie. Or else they don’t remember ANYTHING about their first trimester. I really look forward to remembering what not being nauseated feels like. And to enjoying food. And to returning to my normal level of lethargy instead of “I just walked from one end of the apartment to the other and now.. Read More

And again.

For a little while there, I was doing these cool “my year in review” posts a bit after the new year. I liked it. It was a nice way of looking back on everything that had happened and how I’d grown. I didn’t do one last year, mainly because I was unemployed and in a major funk about it. I’m not going to do one this year either. Mostly because.. Read More

Oh me.

It has taken me a good long time to get around to writing this post.  There are several reasons for this. One is that I haven’t wanted to examine the factors about which I would be writing so closely. Another is that just as soon as one obstacle was safely behind, another popped up in its place. My mantra for the past four months or so has been “if I can.. Read More


April 30 to September 30. That’s an absurd amount of time to try and cover in one entry, so I really won’t even attempt it. Here are the big things: My grandfather passed away on July 15. It was expected and something of a blessing, but it still feels like a clean empty place in the middle of my chest whenever I think about it, which is often. Mr. Boyfriend.. Read More

We took a little trip.

This past weekend, Mr. Boyfriend and I scoffed at the chilly New York spring we’ve been having and set off for the Pacific Northwest…   Where it was sunny and 70° and absolutely perfect for a large outdoor picnic filled with his extended family. You see, this past weekend (well, actually Monday) was sizdeh bedar, the thirteenth day after the Persian new year, which is traditionally spent out-of-doors in order to.. Read More

Getting old is not for wimps, pt. 2

I feel it fitting that I should be writing this post the day before my birthday. Also fitting that it should be written about two and a half months after what is now “Part 1” of this story. Anyways, onward. After coming to grips with the fact that I am, in fact, getting older and that such an inexorable process necessitates I begin to take more care with this consumable.. Read More