I had to run some errands this morning. OK, look, I ran out of dog food and we needed some salt for our walkway. I’m telling you this because we are all friends here, right? I want to be truthful with you, I didn’t remember to buy food for my BFF. My sweet baby angel… Read More It’s Winter, Fool
My son is obsessed with poop. With the word poop, with actual poop, with anything associated with poop: butts, farts and diarrhea. I’m so tired of poop. It’s not just making poop jokes, it’s the random blurting out of the word at any and all times. He snuck my digital camera into the bathroom and… Read More Poop is Funny
Here’s the thing you must ask whenever consuming social media: who is the audience for this? Because, trust me, there is always an audience. Each time we take a picture or write a status update and hit post, there is an intention. Now, you may say, “I want to share it with the world,” or… Read More Behind The ‘Gram: A Day At The Beach
Teen Wolf. My son was crying in the changing room mere moments before swimming class. “Why are you crying?” I asked. I assumed I hadn’t brought the right swimsuit, or something happened at school. “I don’t know what to be for Halloween.” I should have known. It was the day before Halloween, and both of… Read More The Scariest Halloween
It’s about to get real up in this piece. Why? I’m going to show you my underwear. Not my real underwear, underwear is the term I use for things you don’t want to show people but sometimes the wind blows up your skirt and you’re exposed. In this case, it has come to my attention… Read More Showing My Underwear
Not this drastic yet. via @johnnymip on Flickr/Creative Commons Should I write this post? I don’t know. I think I’ve written it before. If I wasn’t lazy I would l check. Here’s what it’s about: Social media. Time. Kids. Attention. During my residency I attended a panel on blogging and social media. What I noticed… Read More Enough With The Texty Texty.
I should be preparing for my 2nd MFA residency right now. You might envision me poring over books, furiously typing away on my computer, and you’d be correct. Those are things I need to do. But I am a 39-year-old married mother of 2 that is preparing for 10 days of no at home time… Read More The Weight
I pass on my biggest fault to my offspring. … Read More My Fault.
You guys know I’m a dick, right? I am. Mainly due to my inability to think before I act or speak. Don’t get me wrong, a lot of the time it’s in my favor because I’m hilarious. No really, I am. And modest. And pretty. A lot of people have told me they appreciate my… Read More Nemesis Thy Name is Kate.
Kid started kindergarten this year. Around August I really started freaking out. My little sidekick was going to be at school from 8-2 every day and I was going to be alone. At first I thought, “Ok, I’ll just have another baby.” then I came to my senses when I remembered that babies are really,… Read More Empty Nest