About

Rodgers: I got another body coming in. Guy took a javelin to the chest.
Briscoe: Why are you still in this line of work?
Rodgers: Free javelins.

 

I’m Slim. Snuggler of boys, watcher of Law & Order, reader of blogs, procrastinator extraordinaire.

I used to imagine that Chickenpig and I could write a blog together: SlimChickens. But then she went on to have her own blog. I hope it’s not because I put my name first in the imaginary blog name.

I have three boys (from oldest to youngest, Biff, Honey Badger, and Cheeks), a peerless spouse, and an awesome dog. I left grad school in English lit to work in Washington, D.C., at a job that I love but that would probably seem boring to you.

Once a week, I take Honey Badger to therapy so he will stop getting in his own way. Having a kid who needs therapy is like having an icky disease: The misery is compounded by the loneliness of feeling like you’re the only one who’s going through it, and you can’t exactly fire up the Bat-Signal so all the other parents who are taking their kids to therapy can show up for bourbon and caramel corn.