paints a dark picture of her life as a mother and a quasi-wife.

quasi because i dont think she married her man, although i could be wrong, and her blog could be like mine: quasi true.

either way, she’s not showing the most sunniest of dispositions right now:

When Freddy comes back from the graveyard shift, we are still in bed. We hide under the covers, and Lita calls out for him to find us. He smells like machines and oil, metallic and burnt. He drinks a beer and washes last night’s dishes. Then I slowly figure out who I am and what I am doing here, and reward myself with a piece of bitter chocolate from the cupboard while Lita gobbles up her cereal.

When I come home from work, Lita and Freddy are in bed asleep. She is still wearing her day clothes, and has not brushed her teeth or washed her face. I carry her to her own room and she cries a bit before plugging her mouth with her thumb. Then I am alone, and I don’t know what to do.

it’s weird, i dont recall her so down about nebraska when she lived there, in fact when she moved to mass with the family i thought she’d love it. but that doesnt seem to be the case. either way, you should all bookmark and subscribe to her brilliant blog Zulieka Unstrung. it’s not always for the whole family, but it is consistently well-written – like a finely played piano.

the only thing that i dont like about Z’s blog is that you can’t leave comments to tell her how rad she is. our pal Keira-Anne who also runs one of my favorite blogs, is quite different. there you can leave comments in fact today Keira is soliciting questions that she will answer in a podcast, i believe, so after you read Zulieka, go over to Keira’s and ask her everything that youve always wanted to know.