From Another Country

Was this it? The moment somebody would call CPS on her horrific mothering decisions? WAS it a bad decision? She couldn’t be sure.

Friend Finder

I gotta hand it to my mom. Even though I mailed her Mother’s Day gift late, single her out fairly frequently on this blog and moved 1,688 miles from my hometown, she still sends me interesting articles. This week’s was no disappointment. With a crazy-ass name like “A 75-Year Study Said This Is the #1…

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….

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…

Star Treatment

In a sea of petty bitches + trick-ass ho’s, I was a real show pony.  [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I got a taste for fame at a young age. At a mere 9 years old, I was hand-picked to play the lead role in my local acting camp’s rendition of “Peter Pan.” I was kind of a…

How to Un-Friend IRL

Ghosting is so 2018. [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]Remember middle school? You’d start the year sitting with Jemima (or Betsy or whomever) at lunch, proudly declaring your friendship to the world with those glittery “best friend” heart necklaces from Claire’s. You’d plan sleepovers so you could choreograph fake music videos to Spice Girls and No Doubt while…

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…

Prude Fashion

Giving boys ideas is satan’s work. [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]Dressing myself has never been my strong suit (pun intended). Without a sibling to mock and cajole me into leveling up my fashion game, I was pretty lost. Which is, of course, why I had two children – so that they never have to suffer my same…

Game Change

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]Alright, y’all. It’s time to shake things up a bit. This blog has always (and will, probably, always) be about storytelling through writing. The written word is my bacon ‘n eggs. Always will be. But this blog is about me AND you. It’s about us moving forward, however imperfectly, together. So, I’m adding…

Pretty (Incredible) Things: Start Your Thanksgiving Week Slacking NOW.

I’ve got a poppin’ fresh post all queued up to drop here on the show… but, let’s get real, nobody is looking for life lessons this week. [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]Thanksgiving is, traditionally, a week where nothing gets accomplished. We’re simply too damned excited about the food and festivities to come! So, in the spirit of…

The Long Drive

My last post broke from the topic of work and business-building and, instead, grappled with the difficulty of facing up to failure and regret as it pertains to everyday life and the goals that we set for ourselves; more specifically, it dealt with the fact that my husband and I called it quits on our…

Have Kids, Will Travel

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]When I was 15, I spent a lot of time at my best friend, Caitlin’s, house. That year, we were inseparable. We were two peas in a pod, yin and yang, Kenan and Kel. Looking back, it’s entirely possible she just tolerated me, an awkward misfit only child with limited social skills and…