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…

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….

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…

Sometimes, I’d rather just move.

No, it won’t all go the way it should, but I know the heart of life is good. – John Mayer Sometimes, I’d rather just move.  [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]It’s so messy, this business of relating to actual people. Instead of hanging in there, sticking it out, making apologies for my shortcomings (which are so very…

300 years ago, I’d be dead already.

“It interests me that, despite those who preceded us here, despite everything we’ve managed in science, we haven’t got a shred of information or understanding about what happens next.” – Norman Lear, creator of All in the Family and The Jeffersons (As told to Catherine Bradford and Gina Pell of TheWhatList.com) 300 years ago, I’d be…

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 Emerald City

The first installment of the “Self-Annoyed: Solo-preneurship Done Write” series, where I openly battle for control over my mindset + wrestle with cultural myths about success. Four years ago, I quit my job. I ditched a short-lived, mediocre, accidental career in hospitality armed with nothing but a dream (or, rather, the dream of having dream) and…

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…

This Skill Keeps Me From Murdering My Husband

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]About a month ago, my husband and I endured one of the worst weeks of our marriage. Nothing of note was happening in our lives – no sudden financial crisis, or difficult family relationship meltdowns. We were just “off.” We had little to say to each other, casual conversation felt painful, and verbal…