This week, my friend got stuck in a blizzard. She was driving solo up the interstate and the weather quickly turned bad while she was still hours from home.
We have a 10-year-old daughter and she knows. Like…she KNOWS. Christmas morning. Santa. She knows.
It happened last summer after she had just turned 9. It started with the Tooth Fairy and the conversation quickly turned to the Jolly Old Elf.
Dear Reader (yes, you),
I’m so sorry. I ghosted you…
I knew it was coming, but I was digging my heals into the ground. Hard.
Schoolhouse Beach. I bet you’ve never been there. I’m convinced you’ve never been there, mostly because it takes dedication to actually get there. It goes something like this…
To be very clear and upfront, I had zero intention of moving to Idaho. Ever.
Yes, my husband was from Idaho. Yes, we got married in Idaho. Yes, we have family in Idaho. But never…
Almost 2 years in, it feels like our first May in Small Town America. In May 2019, we were in the heat of throwing things in boxes and scheduling a moving truck…
It didn’t take me long to realize she was going to ask me this question every time we met…and I’d better have an answer for it. In fact, she’s trained me to think of the answer days in advance of meeting with her.
Have you ever been told you have a doppelganger (remember, that funny German word from last decade that meant you had a lookalike or twin)?
Our 7 favorite children’s books to put in your kids’ Easter baskets!
On March 17th Eve, our kids know with absolutely certainty that a real life leprechaun visits our house. He is on the hunt for gold and he is ruthless.
I don’t know about you, but I spend about 70% of my day worrying about how bad I’m screwing up my kids.
I want you to imagine you’re in a boat. But you’re alone in the boat. Your boat can be any sea-worthy vessel.
What’s your boat like? Is it a big comfy yacht? Is it a wooden rowboat? Or maybe it’s something in the middle, like a pontoon?
Well, my New Year’s Digital Detox Week is a wrap. Did you join me? How did your week go??
Here’s how my week went…
In 34 years, I have been lucky enough to have never experienced a “blue Christmas”. I’ve been fortunate to glide through life with only happy, blissful, Hallmark-worthy Christmas seasons…until last year.
When I was about 8 years old, I didn’t know the difference between a Protestant and a prostitute. This is not the start to a dirty joke. It’s just the truth.
Don’t think I haven’t been paying attention. I see you. You, the ones who started taking out the Christmas decorations the moment your door closed on the last trick-or-treater.
The first thing you should know is that politics is not my thing. Politics actually gives me a bit of anxiety. Okay, more than a bit.