This is NOT a funny story. Do not read. Seriously. This post will be boring (unless you know me maybe, like, if you are my mum) Skip to the next post, or any of the others - those are my very funny short stories. "A Cockroach in Brooklyn" (https://sophieannas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cockroach-part-deux.html) is possibly my best short story ever. Seriously. It's very undiscovered. It's not that undiscovered. 94 people have read it, I see that from the analytics of Blogger. Maybe 90 of those were me editing it. I have 4 people in my immediate family. So it is, it's undiscovered. Go ahead, you can discover it. But don't read the rest of this. Really. Stop here. Bye. From Loss comes Gain. From a Victim emerges a Protagonist. From the ashes of burned life morphs a...movie! Leah is a pastor's daughter in a sparsely-populated desert town in California's San Bernardino County. She plans to follow in his footsteps, and attends college to study Christiani
My post-pregnancy body is on a downward spiral: - Belly, previously a prized possession: now a deflated balloon. - Eye socket skin: threatening to release eyeballs if I don't sleep soon. - Hair: untended, unwashed, limp. - More hanging body parts hanging out in my recovery mesh underpants. Tummy-grabbing, nana-knickers, courtesy of St Mary's Hospital, after a painfully natural birth. (Disclosure: Turns out that these disposable undies, un-disposed of, are far comfy-er than the skimpy red ones I wore at conception. And, in the gospel according to this mama, they have earned their own sanitized brand of "sexy": over-washing has worn the mesh full of additional holes. Hubby, however, needs convincing of this theory.) Thankfully, there are two things, well three, that defy the droopy nature of my 'new mama' style. Firstly, introducing...drum roll... - Double-threat, bulbous bazoongas: Phenomenal fertile factories of milk. Milk that could easily be mista