See What I Mean? I Can't Even Come Up with a Title.
I went to the memorial service for the mother of my best friend from high school today. I left feeling like an intellectual gnat, a cultural ignoramus, and a failure as a feminist. I *should* be thinking about my friend's mom, and the loss my friend is enduring. Instead, I am fueling my inadequacy by blowing off a meeting I should be attending and sitting on the couch in a self-centered, melancholy funk.
In that whole circle of life thing, Cait and Natalie spent the afternoon at a baby shower.
*except my stepmother's memorial. Then I thought about what a lousy daughter I'd been.