This piece started as a rather poignant and heartfelt series of drawing about how my husband does so much around the house and how much I appreciate that. It quickly degenerated to drawings of him as a performance athlete doing mundane chores. Still on the drawing board: strongman groceries and acrobat lightbulb replacement.
My name is Rachel Edidin. I’m a freelance editor and writer, and an almost-eight-year veteran of the comics industry. I write and speak a lot about feminist issues, especially as related to harassment in the comics community and geek culture.
As a result, over the years, an ever-increasing number…
So this week was no fun. We both went above and beyond at the office, and for most of the week, Paul had an awful cold. This is unusual - Paul had a great immune system. I get mild colds a lot, but he doesn’t go down unless he goes down hard. He made an impassioned plea for home made chicken soup, and I couldn’t say no.
This lead me to confront one of the greatest challenges of my adult life; can I beat my phobia of raw chicken for the sake of the man I love?
Turns our rotisserie chickens are still easier to buy than having to decide which is more important.
The very first year that I lived in the US, every leaf fell off every tree on my college campus in one twenty-four hour burst of plant death. Since then, I’ve grown accustomed to fall seasons shorter than the ones I grew up with.
We scheduled our wedding for the middle of October, and we…