My Bob’s Burgers book will be out this fall!
I wrote a sonnet about the throuple from House Hunters
In Colorado Springs love springs in threes / Lori will make a home, his, hers, hers, ours
A non-comprehensive list of things that made me cry the week I moved and quit smoking at the same time
Watching Buffy sacrifice herself to close an interdimensional portal reliably reduced me to a soggy, snotty mess. This prophylactic breakdown gave me the confidence to go about my day
How to be Invisible
If you are a deeply whimsical person, avoid H&M altogether and shop exclusively at Ann Taylor LOFT.
Intergeneration Love Jams
“If I Could Fly” < “Hey Nineteen” < “Moves Like Jagger”
Dream Big, Brides!
You are a princess. Will your prince mind that you haven’t brushed your teeth in 100 years?
Buzzfeed Muppet Quizzes: An Inquiry
Paisley took me to Gonzo, but I would argue that taking the paisley path should lead to no one but Janice.
I do not watch children for money.
Who knew mommy'd be away so long?
Smile! It's International Women's Day
I can't remember the last time some dick on the street told me to smile.
A balm for late-winter despair: "The Gymnast High Above the Ground"
I am so grateful to the indie rock fan I was fifteen years ago, who bought Her Majesty the Decemberists in 2003 and insisted that it was a super-good album while all her music nerd friends sniffed that their fussy twee bullshit signaled that Kill Rock Stars had lost its way.
Listen up, nerds.
Nathan Milos and a squad of librarians ask me about historical accuracy in Mackenzi Lee's The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue. You can hear the gout in my voice, I'm historically accurate as a mf!
Belay like a Champion!
If you're not encouraging your climber with these helpful phrases, you're an asshole. Just go home.
I see you, Katherine Heigl.
Bold plea to join forces with actress and lifestyle maven Katherine Heigl.
Flow Yoga and Aunt Flo
When was the last time a woman choked on her own menses after too many moontime headstands? I think it coincided with women losing their uteruses mid-marathon.
Superhero Yoga is not for Boys
Why should these poor delicate souls, born with high infant mortality rates, short life spans, and their sex organs on the outside of their persons, be encouraged to wear skimpy costumes and tap into their wild energies?
Better Guesting Through Chronic Illness
I didn’t know I was sick, I thought I was just really tired of men explaining to me the size of their penises relative to men of other races or ethnicities.
Throwback Thursday: Dear Dubious Drishti
Not to toot my own horn, but if farting in yoga were jazz, I’d be Louis Armstrong.
More about those trailing letters; or hello, Ashtanga nerds!
there needs to be a careful record, a registry, if you will, of anyone willing to spend thousands of hours and dollars cultivating their abilities to breathe and sit still.
Disabled Ableist Part 1 (Credentials)
If you read these and think, "gosh, Margaret, these disabled folks don’t seem to pose much of a threat to you," you’re right!
Throwback Thursday: A Rejected Poem from 2002-06
This poem was based on an actual dream, and I still sort of like it, or at least one line, which I have been trying to work into other things since. I revised and submitted this to my friends' Bordeaux-based literary magazine in 2006.