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40 pages, chapbook
Published January 1, 2025
In an 1882 manual called “Enlightened Woman,” a physician called Elna Haverfield provides the following clever cure for nausea: Drink one cup of coffee first thing in the morning. If that doesn’t work, insert a morphine suppository.
I wonder if I’ll skim this journal in a year and it will be like sifting through a box of toenail clippings collected by a lunatic.
How is a person supposed to reconcile the wish to be horizontal with the necessity to keep up a job?
As many religious and non-religious traditions have demonstrated, the most reliable way to feel Valuable is to help others. Over the past century, and accelerating in the past twenty years, so many forms of secular helping—volunteering, elder care, organized clean-ups, candy-striping, etc—have diminished or gone private or simply vanished, especially if you live in a large city. Anyone can seek out such opportunities, but they are not automatically integrated into daily life. I am always reminding myself to go make these commitments—not out of pure altruism, but because they provide me with the incredible luxury of not having to question the worth of my being!
Having a child is (notoriously) another way to achieve this luxury, since the child’s dependence renders the parent instantly non-expendable. I’m curious to know if becoming a mother will increase my appetite for other forms of time-giving or if it will quench the appetite and cause me to become even less helpful and more selfish.
Proctalgia fugax sounds like the name of a Thomas Pynchon character or a parasitic fungus but it is neither. It’s a truncheoning pain that occurs in the lowermost back area during periods of stress, anxiety, or pregnancy. Proctalgia fugax has recently brought itself to my attention. I wish nothing would ever “bring itself to my attention.” Only bad things do.
Taped to the nursery wall is a handwritten sign listing various reasons she might be crying. When the rasping and wailing begins, we consult the sign, moving through each option to eliminate it:
Hungry
Gassy
Diaper
Cold
Hot
Congested
Unswaddled
Pacifier
There are only eight reasons on earth why she could possibly cry. Eventually (and tragically) there will be more.
Time spent laughing might be the most easily quantified measure of happiness.