What Student Loan Debt Really Looks Like

When I was 7 years old, I broke my teacher’s favorite coffee mug. Miss DeLong. She never said it was her mug, but her reaction to my faux-pas (the unfortunate and entirely accidental result of playing the hand slap game too close to her desk) suggested as much. I don’t recall the exact mug itself….

Pretty (incredible) things: teething tot produces fantasy novel.

A little over 4 years ago, I gave birth to a wee baby boy who kept me up nights with feeding… then teething… and, like any normal person, I mostly just suffered through it and complained a lot. Shortly thereafter, my friend, Curtis, and his wife, Neena, went through the same ordeal. The main difference?…

Shooter

I used to primarily blog about parenting. It was a love/ hate relationship for me. While staunchly resisting the label of “mom blogger” and bemoaning the fact that most of my subject matter was only relatable to about 53 percent of the population – a subsection that doesn’t have a ton of time for luxuries…

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…

Goat Cheese Boredom

I don’t consider myself a hugely superstitious person (although, who am I kidding? We wrecked our car just before leaving Missoula and I thought it was a “bad omen” for the entire trip), but four years into parenting, I’m seasoned enough to know that there are three things you NEVER, EVER do: Feed your kids…

Lift Off

Well, folks, we made it to New Mexico. We finally found a place where the sky is clear, the sun is shining and the breeze is chilly (but not face-freezing cold). We made it out of Missoula by the skin of our teeth, as they say, slipping and sliding all over the highway. Trying to…

#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,…

Celebration Soup

A friend of mine begins celebrating her birthday well in advance of the actual day. About a month beforehand, she starts unabashedly reminding anyone and everyone that there’s a big day coming. She plans. She posts to social media. She makes sure it’s the biggest and best thing ever. I used to openly poke fun…

Ice Cream Interlude

In the midst of a busy-ness hangover, Ben & Jerry’s is not the answer. Have you ever thought of your body as an instrument? That every single thing you choose to do (or not do) either replenishes or depletes your system? My business cycle, much like my life, tends to happen in dramatic phases. I…

Tame Your Inbox (and Pass the Xanax)

An essay on what it takes to be a pioneer of peaceful living in an age of fear-based business building. If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I’m a real stickler for inbox organization. I try hard not to read emails for at least half an hour upon waking, in an attempt to…