Can I Tell You This?

How could she possibly be expected to hear these things and NOT feel some sense of righteous indignation? Her firstborn had been immersed in the world of Stephen King. Fuck neutrality, this was war – and she’d already chosen her side.

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.

Playground Misperceptions: The Tale of Bucket-Hole Boy

She’d been watching them play side-by-side, though decidedly not together, darting in and out of the water sprays. She noticed, too, the hole at the bottom of the boy’s bucket, leaking water in a neat, dime-sized stream. She continued looking on as the boy caught sight of the hole, his mental wheels conspicuously turning as…

Zombeez

My mind has been consumed lately by zombies. Not literally (obviously). But I find myself wondering, in various situations and locations throughout my day… … what would I do if zombies attacked right now? I’m on the trampoline jumping with my kids trying to ascertain whether or not I’m strong and agile enough to yank…

Number Nine

Today was my 9th wedding anniversary. Nobody remembered. Not even me and Nick. Which was awesome! Because it means we’ve been together long enough that another year going by isn’t all that big of a deal. Ever since I got married, I’ve been looking forward to this stage of our relationship. I guess I felt…

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…

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…

TBD

A brief interlude in the “Self-Annoyed: Solo-preneurship Done Write” series… because when we aren’t working, we’re living (and life has some pretty big curve balls of its own). Suggested soundtrack for reading: “There is So Much More” by Brett Dennen.  Everyone said we wouldn’t make it. Well, okay, not everyone. But I couldn’t resist an…

Dear Joey

Holy shit, you’re almost four. In less than two weeks, you’ll officially be a little boy. Sometimes I still see traces of the baby I once bounced and rocked, but your body is already shaping up a lot like your dad’s – tall and lanky. You’re stretching out like a caterpillar before my very eyes,…

Lost in the Parenting Desert

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]When a dear friend called to tell me about a brilliant local event she wanted to plan around the theme of “drought,” I thought “hell yeah.” It was a particularly awful day, during what most of us might call the “apocalyptic period” of this last summer – so much smoke you couldn’t see…

Gardening and Kids Don’t Mix

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]One of the features my husband and I love most about our house is the enormous plot of soil surrounded by white picket fencing, a perfect spot for growing things. It was too late to plant when we moved into our house last summer, so this year we prepared a game plan, outlined…

The Power of Waiting

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve been waiting my whole life. Waiting to get my ears pierced so I could stop wearing (unreliable) plastic press-ons, to turn sixteen and get behind the wheel by myself, to start twelfth grade and be a top-dog senior, with off-campus lunch privileges and skip days. I’ve been waiting to graduate high school…