Going Rogue on Christmas Gifts
I love Christmas and I love buying gifts for people, but put them together and it seems like this insurmountable stressful task that is…
The Family Dinner Horror Show
I have never liked horror movies. It was one and done for me. I still can’t even think about the Exorcist without covering my…
Doing Time in Elementary School
This is my 13th consecutive year with a child in elementary school. It’s also, finally, my last. I’ve done my time and when I…
The Joy of Not Caring About Stuff
I have no idea why we care about some things deeply, and other things we have no interest in at all. Take the eclipse….
We Means You
There’s an age-old trick in the conversations of married couples dating back to the days of ancient hieroglyphics, probably. It is so simple, so…
The Legend of The Fourth of July in My Hometown
When I was growing up, July 4th was my favorite holiday. Forget the high holy days, or even the guaranteed full-size Snickers at that…
Things I Want To Complain About That Make Me An Asshole
Years ago, we were living in a teeny tiny, can’t stand up straight upstairs, cape with barely two bathrooms, and we were redoing the…
Why I Wanted to Throw an Apple at My Husband’s Head for 20 Years
This is the somewhat true story of how my husband eating an apple in the car for twenty years nearly, but not really, led…
Escaping Your Inner Voice Captor
My inner voice is an asshole. For as long as I can remember, even as far back as elementary school, it taught me important…
The Night I Became "That Parent"
You know how when you were growing up you said you’d never be like one of those out of touch parents? Even when you…
Going Rogue on Christmas Gifts
I love Christmas and I love buying gifts for people, but put them together and it seems like this insurmountable stressful task that is not so much fun. And I’m not talking about gifts for my kids. I know them…
The Family Dinner Horror Show
I have never liked horror movies. It was one and done for me. I still can’t even think about the Exorcist without covering my ears and saying, “La, la, la, la, la.” But lately, I’ve been longing for something as…
Doing Time in Elementary School
This is my 13th consecutive year with a child in elementary school. It’s also, finally, my last. I’ve done my time and when I get out on the other side, I won’t lie, I will be a changed woman. When…
The Joy of Not Caring About Stuff
I have no idea why we care about some things deeply, and other things we have no interest in at all. Take the eclipse. I’m super gung-ho about the eclipse, but hell, I get wildly pumped up for a full…
We Means You
There’s an age-old trick in the conversations of married couples dating back to the days of ancient hieroglyphics, probably. It is so simple, so subtle, so cunning, it mostly goes undetected. It is a harmless pronoun that to the naked…
The Legend of The Fourth of July in My Hometown
When I was growing up, July 4th was my favorite holiday. Forget the high holy days, or even the guaranteed full-size Snickers at that weird lady’s house down the street on Halloween. It was the Fourth of July I lived…
Things I Want To Complain About That Make Me An Asshole
Years ago, we were living in a teeny tiny, can’t stand up straight upstairs, cape with barely two bathrooms, and we were redoing the one downstairs. I was talking to a friend who had just built a huge-ass mansion and…
Why I Wanted to Throw an Apple at My Husband’s Head for 20 Years
This is the somewhat true story of how my husband eating an apple in the car for twenty years nearly, but not really, led to our divorce. Let me start with my true but bizarre affliction…I have a fruit allergy….
Escaping Your Inner Voice Captor
My inner voice is an asshole. For as long as I can remember, even as far back as elementary school, it taught me important things like, You’re not good at art. You suck a dodge ball. Your bangs are dumb…
The Night I Became "That Parent"
You know how when you were growing up you said you’d never be like one of those out of touch parents? Even when you had your kids you vowed you’d never be so unoriginal and lazy that you’d rely on…