Evan and I have been so fortunate to have so many changes and blessings since his new job. One thing I've been able to do is surprise the kids with whatever pops in my brain to make them smile Amazon had a lightning deal for a butterfly garden. We got the caterpillars and our butterflies... Continue Reading →
My kids are making friends with their bullies, and I’m bragging about it
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
Long ass post...written as a reminder for yours truly more than anyone. I am reading The Secret right now, which is essentially a Cliffs notes of a Course in Miracles (or the source material for most self help anything’s) But I mean, read anything and gratitude will always come to the forefront. No matter how... Continue Reading →
See these pants? These are awesome pants. They are bright purple, fuzzy, AAH! Real Monsters pajamas. These awesome pants took her youngest to the bus this morning. The woman in these awesome pants had a feeling there were going to be problems, but didn't think about pants. Because she doesn't think about pants. Today, however,... Continue Reading →
My first ever Fucked Up Fairy Tale. 1. Didn't an act of love seal Little Red's fate? Sure, Grandma wasn't there, but here's the truth from that day (if you care): Red was planning a special date. She was so sick of Granny's critical stares, a cross-dressing wolf - especially male -was to Red delightful... Continue Reading →
I am trying to write a poem. It's been swirling around in my head for a week or so now, and every time I try to write it out, I think it's utter garbage and I hit enter until I can't see it on my MS Word screen anymore. My "poetry" document is filled with pages... Continue Reading →
Murphy’s Law With back to school this week for my gang, I feel it is pertinent to make some additions to Murphy's Law of Motherhood: 7. You are not waking children in the morning. You are waking replicants of your childhood self as punishment for every morning you ruined for your own mother. Remember, pants... Continue Reading →
