As summer comes to an end, my kids and I are all feeling a little bit of sadness. It's been a fun-filled three months, full of swimming, barbecues, and trips to the park. But as the days get shorter...
Goodbye, Summer
Dear 2011 Me
Oh my lanta, if you only knew what was coming your way. The next ten years of your life are going to be the worst, the hardest, the most rewarding, the best of your life. You are going to fall hard. And the climb out of that hole is going try your mental well being... Continue Reading →
A Letter to My Mom
I love you. That doesn’t say it all. I really can’t. I have all these great words and in the end they are pretty useless and pointless when it comes to telling you how much you mean to me. You have been my guiding light, my pushing force. You’ve been my biggest challenger and supporter.... Continue Reading →
Teacher as Free Babysitters: A Rant
Click here to show your kid's teacher some love and appreciation. Um actually I'm going to have to disagree with you here. It's important for you, as a parent, to understand what is being taught in the class. It's also important for you to know how she grades so, if you're kid fails, you know... Continue Reading →
An Open Letter To You
Hey howdy hey. How are you today? No. Seriously. How are you today? It's OK to be honest with your answer here. Remember, this is a safe space. Too often, when we're asked, "How are you?" we say, "Fine. OK. Can't complain." But you're not fine. You're not OK. But you don't want to be... Continue Reading →
A Letter to High School Me
Dear high school me, You’re strange and weird and a little awkward. Your hair is a little frizzy and crazy and your clothes don’t quite fit in or right. Guess what? In twenty five years, none of that will matter. In fact, it won’t matter on June 23, 1995 either. The only people that matters... Continue Reading →
A Letter to My High School Self
Dear high school me, You’re strange and weird and a little awkward. Your hair is a little frizzy and crazy and your clothes don’t quite fit in or right. Guess what? In twenty five years, none of that will matter. In fact, it won’t matter on June 23, 1995 either. The only people that matters... Continue Reading →
A Letter to My Husband
Dear King, It’s weird. I really don’t know where to start or what to say. I feel like we have no problem saying I love you. I guess I could start with the standard I love you. I appreciate you. Thank you for loving me. But that all seems trite. It doesn’t complete the thought... Continue Reading →
The Glorious Train Wreck Mom 