What happened was this: Jenny Slate was a human mammal who sniffed the air every morning hoping
to find another person to love who would love her and in that period there was a deep dark
loneliness that she had to face and befriend and then we are pleased to report that she did
fall in love and in that period she was like chimes or a flock of clean breaths and her
spine lying flat was the many-colored planks on the xylophone but also she was rabid with fear
of losing this love because of past injury. And then what happened was that she became a
wild-pregnant-mammal-thing and then she exploded herself by having a whole baby blast through
her vagina during a global plague and then she was expected to carry on like everything was
normal-but was this normal and had she or anything ever been normal? Herein lies an account of
this journey told in five phases - Single True Love Pregnancy Baby and Ongoing - through
luminous laugh-out-loud funny unclassifiable essays that take the form of letters to a doctor
dreams of a stork fantasy therapy sessions gossip between racoons excerpts from an imaginary
olden timey play obituaries theories about post-partum hair loss graduation speeches and
more. No one writes like Jenny Slate.
