An Open Letter to Comfort
An Open Letter to Comfort | lizpetrone.com

Dear comfort: I’m so sorry for all the times I denied you. I apologize for the pointy toe shoes, the ill fitting bras, and all the various forms of waistbands I have chosen over you over the years. I especially regret the time I made my mom drive over those two empty coke cans so […]

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Forgiveness Starts at Home and Other Bullshit

The Mercedes came out of nowhere. One second I was driving along, singing badly mangled lyrics to whatever 90s hip hop I could dredge up from the bowels of the radio presets, and the next I was inches from taillights. I slammed on my brakes and my arm shot out sideways in that instinctual mom-baton […]

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The Thrill of Being Married With Children

It’s 3:00AM, our bedroom, any night, and I hear a noise. “Nick, did you hear that?” I ask my sleeping husband, hoping that the noise was just a remnant of the dream I was having about Brendan Fraser and fried chicken because I would really like to go back to it. Nick doesn’t answer. The […]

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Someone Please Take Care of Me
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My youngest (and my likely-last) child–currently somewhere in that bizarre phase between just born yesterday and growing up so fast I can’t even deal–still hasn’t mastered all of the complex nuances of the English language. He’s getting there though, and quickly. After a few ill timed slip-ups by yours truly, he knows every word he shouldn’t and the right context to […]

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Laundry Season

I’m doing laundry in the basement when I notice that my heart is beating really fast. My former running coach flashes through my mind describing the target heart rate as fast enough to be out of breath, but not so fast that you couldn’t easily talk, and I nod along. Yes. This is exactly where I’m […]

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