katie pearce

Welcome! After working sans paycheck in Art History for a decade, Katie decided to start her own blog, which now turns $0.02 profit/day more than her previous line of work. Come back often for your daily fix of dry wit.

It’s the Age of “I Don’t Give a F**k”

I’ve come to classify my life as largely phased into two halves, and I think you may be able to relate. Maybe Jesus was able to revamp our entire calendar, but all of us are able to reach a personal point of epiphany in our own lives that is perhaps even more influential than the BC/AC dichotomy- it’s what I’ve… Read more →

My Illness Defines Me (and why that makes me happier than you)

My illness defines me. But it wasn’t always that way. What I didn’t realize on April 16, 2002, the day I was diagnosed with a severe form of Inflammatory Bowel Disease, was that I was not only forced into a quite unwelcome BFF relationship with my illness, but that I would literally need to relearn every instinct, every emotion and… Read more →

The Worst Day of Our Wonderful Life

Life: so cruel, so heartbreaking, yet so beautiful. We spend so much of it looking for meaning; searching for answers. But something happened to my family yesterday that had no meaning. It was tragic, ruthless, and stole a piece of my family’s soul. And that piece of our meaning, that part of our life…we’ve lost it forever. We, as a… Read more →

My Big Wish for Mother’s Day

Dear Evangeline,   On Sunday, we will celebrate motherhood. And the truth is, I’m just a novice. When I look back on your first year of life, I fondly remember your first smile, your first roll, and your first steps. But, mostly, I remember feeling inadequate. Depressed. Exhausted. Lonely and sick. Anxious, even. And I often wonder, still, how I… Read more →

When MASH Builds Dreams, and Infertility Burns Them

[Date: January 31, 1998     Location: Huntington, NY] My pencil was quickly swirling when Courtney yelled, “STOP!” She snatched the paper from my grip and after just a few moments, she delivered my future. “Two kids and a dusty haired husband. You’ll live in New York and you’re going to be a really tired doctor.” My heart thumped just… Read more →

I Decided to Not Kill Your Daddy

Dear Evangeline, It was just about three years ago that the thoughts began to swirl around my head. It was about the same point in time that I became cognizant of my own clinical depression; lucky for daddy, I’d say, because without some self-awareness I’m sure things would not have ended pretty. You see, Evangeline, I still can’t pinpoint exactly… Read more →

On Regrets, Loneliness and Young Motherhood

Dear Evangeline,   The space was dark and we were sitting tightly packed together, legs tucked snuggly under the bar when she asked me, “has it been lonely for you? I mean, having a kid before any of our friends have? It must be hard.” I had just celebrated my 31st birthday, and your 3rd. Still, I sit now on… Read more →

The Unforeseen Side of IVF

So, you’ve confirmed that your uterus hates you and you have decided to go through with IVF. What next? After making this decision with my husband, we signed on many dotted lines in a huge pamphlet that I, obviously, had not read one word of. Despite agreeing to begin the process just one month later, my knowledge of IVF didn’t… Read more →

Don’t Believe Darwin

Dear Evangeline, I have to admit something. It’s something that won’t come as a surprise to those that know me best, but you’re getting to know me pretty damn well these days so it’s about time I just say it. So many little girls grow up dreaming of their wedding day, and how many kids they’re going to have. But… Read more →

Oh, Baby?

Dear Evangeline, Your third birthday just passed, and with it went a small piece of hope that has long been living within me. It was maybe one year ago that you began to ask mommy and daddy for a baby sister. “I’ll name her ‘pizza’ mommy,” you often say. And if I could be lucky enough to carry her for… Read more →

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