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.

In the Dark

Middle school science never prepared me for managing a 5-year old in existential crisis.

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…

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…

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…

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 Only Good Spider is a Spider Vein

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve only seen my mother wear shorts a handful of times in my life – a pretty courageous feat, considering I grew up in the stifling, humid heat of North Texas. No matter the weather, she preferred the full leg cover of jeans, pants or a long skirt, ashamed of baring her legs…

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,…