And here I am, turning 37 and not pregnant. And not without complications.
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Author Archives: Star Wuerdemann
I Am Her (Or My Response to the Brock Turner Case)
I am her. I was 26 years old. Drunk. Out with several men. Likely promiscuous. Continue reading
The Truth (Or The Story of a Co-Dependent Young Couple Who Each Blamed the Other)
I was needy and neurotic and I used the love of my first husband to try to feel okay. Continue reading
Breaking Radio Silence (Or How I Announce My Nuptials Next Month)
In a matter of weeks, I plan to marry my person. I am blissfully happy. He and I fit in just about every way that I can imagine. We have a relationship of kindness, silliness and joy. When we hurt each other’s feelings, we apologize. And mean it. We do our best every day. I’m … Continue reading
Miner’s Canary
My sister calls me the canary. As in, what the miners used to send down into the mines to warn them if it was hazardous. You see, the canary’s delicate nature would warn the miners of a toxic environment. If the canary was dead, get out of the mine. It is a dangerous world for … Continue reading
The World’s Slowest Striptease
Or The Winter Doldrums That Seem They Will Never End Oh these Winter doldrums. I feel as if I am in a box of winter dreariness. The overwhelming bleak blahness of it all…dear god…I want to lie down and not ever move again. Bury me in down comforters and leave me be, at least until … Continue reading
Broken Parts
Ian McLaren: “Let us be kind, one to another, for most of us are fighting a hard battle.” On New Year’s Eve, we decided to make mochi (a chewy rice cake that gets baked). The rice must be cooked then mixed with a dough hook in the mixer until it is a gelatinous globule ready … Continue reading
