But she also knew that Mother Nature isn’t always kind to humans too brash to acknowledge her unrelenting laws, like basic physics. And gravity.
Category: Marriage
Safety Dance
She woke with a hankering for good, local beer in an ice-cold glass. And, although she couldn’t quite explain it, she had a feeling the opportunity for one would present itself soon. Still, not one to leave such things to chance, she stopped at the corner market to grab a Kettlehouse Pale Ale, making sure…
Unpacking Social Anxiety (Because, ya know, that shit gets heavy after awhile)
Learn how I manage social anxiety and balance my extroverted need for social interaction with an equally strong need for personal space and quiet.
What I Learned From Quitting Facebook
A word about self-confidence from the girl who (almost) shit her pants in 10th grade. [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]At 16, I came thiiiiiis close to being the first girl at Trinity Christian to crap her pants in the hallway. It had to have happened before… and it probably happened after I graduated… but, to my utter…
A Human, Being
[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]Anybody remember this post? Yeah, me neither. Apparently, I wrote it in mid-October of last year and then promptly forgot about it. Which is weird, right? I had what I felt was a real spiritual encounter, a full-on revelation from God. I’d assumed that such a mind-blowing declaration of sobering truth would be accompanied…
Poop Culture
Stop holding in farts, dear. You look like a blowfish. [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve always been frustrated with the state of poop culture in America. In my early years, I always pottied with the door open. As an only child – a “single kid,” as my husband likes to say – of parents who insisted on…
300 years ago, I’d be dead already.
“It interests me that, despite those who preceded us here, despite everything we’ve managed in science, we haven’t got a shred of information or understanding about what happens next.” – Norman Lear, creator of All in the Family and The Jeffersons (As told to Catherine Bradford and Gina Pell of TheWhatList.com) 300 years ago, I’d be…
The one where I cry in the Trader Joe’s parking lot.
[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]DUDE. Welcome to Tuesday. Hope yours is going smashing-ly. For me, this was day TWO of slugging it out with some pretty horrific fear demons – a collective term for all of those terrifying thoughts like you’re never going to make it… you’re a shit writer… nobody cares what you have to say… you’re…
Opportunity Bees
Part III of the “Self-Annoyed: Solopreneurship Done Write” series, where I openly battle for control over my mindset + wrestle with cultural myths about success. All at once, the air itself thickens and churns. The landscape loses its footing, creating a marbling panorama of color. Goddammit. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this. Against my will,…
My Potato Mountain
As a rule, I’m not up-to-date on the latest news. I find it increases my general feelings of paranoia and fear, which make it (more) difficult (than it already is) to love my husband and kids well and maintain a thriving business. It’s harder than you’d think these days to maintain a blissful state of…
Life Lessons From the Road
[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]As a rule, I’m not up-to-date on the latest news. I find it increases my general feelings of paranoia and fear, which make it (more) difficult (than it already is) to love my husband and kids well and maintain a semi-thriving business. It’s harder than you’d think these days to maintain a blissful…
#MontanaLove
I always feel overly sentimental in December, with another year coming to a close and twelve more months of motherhood under my belt. My firstborn turns four this Christmas Eve. The arrival of his birthday inevitably initiates for me a mental journey back to that night when my life changed immeasurably, and it humbles me,…
