Honestly, Y’all

A few weeks ago, I wrote what most deemed to be a pretty dark post. It wasn’t meant to be dark. It wasn’t a cry for help. At least, I don’t think it was… But several of my blog readers reached out to make sure I wasn’t crying into my beer with a shotgun in…

Poop Culture

Stop holding in farts, dear. You look like a blowfish. 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 living in…

Pretty (incredible) things: teething tot produces fantasy novel.

A little over 4 years ago, I gave birth to a wee baby boy who kept me up nights with feeding… then teething… and, like any normal person, I mostly just suffered through it and complained a lot. Shortly thereafter, my friend, Curtis, and his wife, Neena, went through the same ordeal. The main difference?…

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…

Travel Diary of a Privileged White Woman

Okay, time to get real. I was not happy at all with yesterday’s blog post. It felt good to blog again, and I felt eager to get some words down about our Arizona experience thus far, but afterward (and ever since), I couldn’t shake this needling feeling that it just wasn’t truthful. It wasn’t authentic. It wasn’t…