Two women friends of mine have recently (and separately) encouraged me to get out and to "have fun." To be fair, the second came when I was sharing about the first's suggestion. "Well, yeah. You should get out and have... Continue Reading →
From the archives of my draft folder. A story of waiting to find out why I thought I was dying of pain. Turns out, my trauma invades my days and I'm not going to die of butt cancer anytime soon.... Continue Reading →
To: Family and friends who act like family. From: Ted Sangalis, but written by the heavily drugged new mom. Subject Line: We'd like to introduce you to... Body: Our son, Augustine Thomas Sangalis. Mom and baby are doing well. Caitie... Continue Reading →
It's a hotdog in bed kind of a day. Yesterday was a phone call session with my therapist, because the baby was finally sleeping and the rain was too much for the pair of us to go out in. She... Continue Reading →
This morning was beyond words. Gus, my 18 month old monkey--I mean son, played like an all star for two hours in a midtown Manhattan conference room while I had a meeting. I should have known that nothing is free.... Continue Reading →
I see in my son what I feel in my soul. I see him running to his toys when I try to pick him up for dinner. We're already late because our special picnic in the park got a dash... Continue Reading →
Blogs. Bleh. Blo(eh)g. To the high minded, they are such a distasteful form of literature. So numerous. So common. So uncouth. So unedited. Gross. Plato once said that the masses can't be educated. After almost 2500 years, Plato continues to... Continue Reading →
A friend told me today that she thinks memoirs are all the fashion right now because we lack a cultural "coming of age" narrative. That's a reason we live in an era of extended adolescence. What coming into our own... Continue Reading →
My Ted, it feels subversive when you reach for my hand as we lay on our bed and the baby plays between us. The sunlight shifts in the bright morning light and the lattes warm the spring chill. Your strong... Continue Reading →
C. M. Sangalis 