Instagram for Recovering Social Media Addicts

Yes, it’s true: after a months-long hiatus from Instagram, I am back. And I must say, it feels pretty good. Because this time, I’m doing it right. For me, that means: Not incessantly checking my phone for an updated “like” and “follow” status Posting honest-to-God content that is authentic and real, rather than mainly aimed…

You Update Your Facebook Status (I’ll Just Be Over Here Drinking)

This past Monday, if you were one of those ambitious characters who enjoy making the rest of us feel like lazy shits by bike riding through our hilly-AF neighborhood, you’d have been justly curb-stomped by the “refreshingly” cold wind in your face. You also would have been treated to the sight of a woman lounging…

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….

To the Next Generation: Don’t Make Work Your Calling

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I grew up with two hard-working parents who weren’t totally happy with their jobs. In fact, a lot of the time, they were walking tumbleweeds of worry and frustration. This led me to the (quite logical) conclusion that MY job should ALWAYS be enjoyable – and that the only way to accomplish this…

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…

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…

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…

Soap and Opera

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 a controlling…

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…

Things I Love More Than My Kids

The love I have for my kids is so much more complicated and complex than I’d anticipated, and it often demands my own discomfort.