Roxanne P

Rox is a single mother to a 7-year-old superhero and Doctor Who fanatic (okay, he gets it from her!) living in the biggest little city and blogging about her journey at Unintentionally Brilliant. She has about 5 novels in progress and dreams about completing one before her son goes to high school. Professionally, Rox works as a program coordinator for a university and a freelance editor from home. She is an Assistant Editor for Write on Edge and a contributing writer for World Moms Blog. She loves writing but is terrible at writing about herself in the third person. She hopes you won't use that against her.

I Am Intolerant of Your Intolerance

I love painting my nails because it quiets my mind and allows me to focus on one thing. My mind is usually running as fast as the little hamsters can go, and there is something about brushing a layer of polish on my nails that makes it all stop for a few minutes. If I had the time, I would paint my nails every day. ...more
I'm intolerant of your intolerance against intolerance.  Why is okay for you to be a hater ...more

Waving the White Flag: Don't Make Postpartum Depression a Taboo Topic

I opened up to my friend, struggled to make her understand what I was feeling. I wanted someone to reach out and try to make things better. I told her how I was severely unhappy, how I was completely miserable throughout my pregnancy, how I hadn’t even bonded with that beautiful little boy the way I had imagined I would. She grew angry at me. There she was, struggling with infertility and wondering if she was being punished for an abortion she’d had while we were still in college. And here I was, having attained her goal in life, and I was complaining about it....more

Tips for your online dating profile

I'm thinking of linking to this on my own dating profile. Except knowing potential dates are reading my blog seems kind of weird to me... Picking a screen name *Numbers in your screen name are kind of annoying. Especially if the number is 69. #youarelame (oh yeah, I hashtagged that shizz.) ...more

Just a Secretary...

I cringe any time I have to tell somebody what my job is. "I'm an administrative assistant at blahblahblah." Because I know how that comes across. In fact, I was on date number 1 with D when he started making cracks about me being "just a secretary." And now it's been on my mind. Probably a little bit more so after the events of Wednesday morning. ...more

Adventures in Online Dating: Part the Second

I went on another date.Not with the same guy as before.No, he stopped talking to me randomly even though we had been getting along fine and talking about a second date. Which would have offended me if I wasn't completely serious about taking this whole dating thing with a grain of salt. Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and moved on.This was a different guy. One who didn't message back and forth for a million weeks before finally asking me out....more

Adventures in Online Dating

The first adventure in online dating was actually setting up a profile.The next adventure was actually going on a date.But the best part of online dating?Making fun of people. For real....more

I could have wallowed. Instead, we went for a walk.

I felt myself sinking deeper into depression yesterday evening. After dinner, while T was watching a movie, I went to soak in the tub.I was wallowing. And I recognized it.So I got myself out of the tub, threw on some clothes, and told T we were going for a walk.And we walked. To nowhere specific. We just got out of the complex and started walking....more

Late Bloomer

When I was in 7th grade, I had to start changing in a locker room for P.E. This was the first time I was aware of my body in comparison to other girls. I hadn’t really noticed, or paid attention. Sure there was that one neighbor boy who always teased me for being “flat”, but I didn’t let it bother me too much. I was only twelve. Of course I wasn’t developed yet. ...more

A (Premature) Baby Story

My son was born seven weeks early. He spent 78 days in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. He weighed 4.5 pounds and was 17 inches long. He was on a nasal CPAP and was weaned onto room air by his second day of life. He was fed by a tube in his nose because he could not figure out breast or bottle feeding. He didn’t figure out the bottle until he was 2 months old, and he never figured out how to breastfeed. He received photo therapy for hyperbilirubinemia for 10 days. During this time, he was only allowed out of the lights for 30 minutes at a time....more

Sunday night...and other disasters of bed-sharing

An hour and 20 minutes. AN HOUR AND TWENTY MINUTES. It hasn't taken that long to get T to bed since...since...since I was married to his father....more