First off, my friend has a new blog, which is now invitation only (sorry everyone). It’s the record of a break-up. We’ve all been through it. And this blogger is documenting it day by day. The writing is raw and beautiful and I’m at once so proud to know this person, and my heart is breaking for her. She’ll be close soon, and I’m going to hug her and hug her and hug her. She writes in today’s post about being a friend and wanting to take care of others while needing to take care of herself. I remember her friendship so clearly when Arch was born and I had post-partum depression. I remember her sweet emails and seeing her and her loving my son when I was so emotionally vacant, I wasn’t sure I did. And before someone gets in my comments and says what a bad person I am for saying I wasn’t sure I loved my kid, walk a mile in my shoes. Or better, volunteer to help women with post-partum depression and then you can make your judgments.

Anyway, this blogger is one of my dearest friends. Even as she goes through her hard time. Even if she never asks me a question about me, but rather, sends me emails and spends all her time talking about herself, her emotions, whatever she wants, she will always be one of my dearest friends.

She also writes about her break up mix tape. As I went through my own divorce, I listened to Cat Power’s You Are Free exclusively. I have never listened to that CD again. NEVER. I still own it. And I still find it every once in a while, and I pop it in and then take it back out because I can’t go back. And one day I will burn that fucking thing.

It’s a quiet blog, and an important one.

Tomorrow, I promise, you will find something funny here. I promise. Thank you for bearing with all the soul searching and ranting around here.

Also, here’s a snip of the interview I granted. Go there too!

One more, click here for three very hot pictures. One of some great legs, one of a cool chica in a helmet, and one of me in a bra.