Far Too Many Fux

Awhile back (we’re talking last summer, y’all), I had the distinct pleasure of reading The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. I say it was a pleasure because I have a life-long habit of giving LOTS of f*cks about LOTS of things… making it extremely refreshing to imagine another way of being- one with…

The Things That Come Between Us

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]Change is a funny thing. It’s hard to get used to, even when it’s beneficial. Maybe the problem is that you never know if the change you’re facing is going to be 100% beneficial while you’re going through it. But change is a catalyst that keeps us alive, helps us find purpose and…

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…

Making the Case for Compassion, Regardless of Reward

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]A friend of mine always stops at homemade lemonade stands. Little kids peddling exorbitantly priced cold beverages spark within her a desire to support the brave, entrepreneurial qualities in our younger generations. Not me. I speed right by those things. I’m the type of person you don’t want to run into if you’re…

Nobody Knows How to Love You (Unless You Teach Them How)

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]When I birthed my firstborn, my mom stayed with us for a week and organized our pantry. Slowly, over the course of seven days, our dry goods and snacks were divided into clear plastic containers, each with a shiny white label neatly attached. “Rice.” “Sugar.” “Snack nuts.” This was her gift to me,…

My Marriage Doesn’t Match My Expectations (Thank God)

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I never thought that I’d get married so young. Twenty-four is young, right? I never thought I’d have kids before the rest of my friends, or live in Montana, married to a man who hunts our meat. In high school, if someone had described my life to me, I’d probably tell them to…

Here’s Why You Can’t Blame Your Parents

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]There’s a stigma associated with being an only child. Think about it: what comes to mind when someone says they’re an only? Weird, spoiled, controlling, anti-social, moody – these all, at one time or another, described me. And not without good cause – I’m a f*cking weirdo. I talk to myself constantly, I…