I have always hated puzzles. With a passion. They were maddening to me. Why spend hours putting all these cut up, tiny pieces together to make a picture that you could just buy and frame? Then once you have finished, you tear it apart, put it back in the box, and do it again another… Continue reading It’s puzzling, don’t you think?
When I was in high school, I got my two front teeth punched right out of my face. Ok, that’s not true. But for a few days, I looked like it. I walked around with a huge chunk chipped right out of my two front teeth. As a senior in high school, it was not… Continue reading The time I got my teeth knocked out
Usually, I love New Year’s. I love the new calendar, the planning, the goal-setting, and the feel of a fresh start. I love re-committing to everything and thinking about how amazing it will feel when I finally do all the big things this year I ever wanted to do: write my book! Run a marathon!… Continue reading A Different Kind of New Year’s Resolution
I always hated cramming for tests in high school and college. I knew there was probably a better way, but I never managed to get myself to do it. So every time exams or projects came back around, I found myself scrambling, yet again. The stress would start to weasel its way in the week… Continue reading How Cramming For Exams Prepared Me For Motherhood: Christmas Edition
Sometimes this world, guys. I don’t know. It’s so messed up. I know you have those moments too. Wildfires and mass shootings and nasty politics. It’s just one big dumpster fire. All of it. At least it feels that way. It makes you want to go batsh*t crazy. (I am sorry, but I just couldn’t… Continue reading How to Keep From Going Batsh*t Crazy
If you had told me at 8 a.m. that morning, when I was crying my eyes out, that it was going to be a great day, I would have said you were crazy. That morning, I woke up to the flash and boom of thunder and lightning just before 6 a.m. I turned off my… Continue reading The worst (and best) day ever
It happened again for the third year in a row. On the first day of school, I watched my kid get on the bus, and I cried as it pulled away. Kindergarten was one thing. I get crying when my oldest started school for the first time. I was heartbroken. My little buddy was now… Continue reading Back to School Blues
