Oversharing Extraordinaire

I have my Jesus, but I don’t know my church.

by Beth Anne on November 5, 2013

I grew up baptized in both the Word & the water, with Sunday shoes & Easter dresses & a pristine Bible tucked under my arm. I spent my childhood swinging my legs from the pew & at 8 years old, I walked to the front of the church & made my parents proud. Then at […]


So. Hi!

by Beth Anne on May 3, 2013

I am notorious for my intolerance to anesthesia. Like that time I told the nurse to get me some g-damn apple juice after my septoplasty. Or when I screamed at the nurse that I hated her & she could go fuck herself after my breast reduction. Or when I sobbed uncontrollably for hours after my ablation for […]


Monday is for babies, bronies, & blogs

by Beth Anne on April 15, 2013

THANK YOU for all of your sweet comments about Damien the mother effing cyst. I read every single one & while I haven’t had the chance to reply to all of them, sharing your stories & encouragement & pissed-off-ness really helped me last week. Doug even read them on his own & they helped him, […]


This is how not pregnant I am.

by Beth Anne on April 11, 2013

Fact: ultrasounds are only fun when tiny babies with tiny heartbeats are involved. About a month ago while on a training run with my friend Sarah, I leaned over & grabbed my uterus. “This hurts,” I wheezed. “Why would my baby-maker hurt running?” “Cramps? Pulled muscle? Maybe you just need to pee?” she suggested. _______________________________________________ […]


BAM. A shot in the foot is painful.

by Beth Anne on March 25, 2013

It’s late tonight for me to sit at my computer – usually I’m already in bed, asleep or deep into a book while Doug snores beside me. I pull my hands across my eyes & the words feel trapped inside me. I’m not supposed to tell you about the phone interviews, sitting in my car while […]