Are you there, God? It’s me Jyl. It’s me Jyl and, for the third time in five months, I am back on the healing couch. Also, are you mad at me?
Toilet Paper Paws
Author: Jyl Barlow
I was thrown headfirst into the world of mom-ming as a very unqualified (step)mom in 2013. Shortly after, I thought it might make sense to start documenting my story in order to provide written documentation for my (step)children's therapists.
Today? I'm mostly having mid-range success at navigating the world around me. I'd even go so far as to say my family thrives on a typical day. I find most things funny and often laugh when it's completely inappropriate...I'm not sure if that served me well or is a sign of my ongoing need for professional help.
TV Wars. Or is it Streaming?
I know I am of a different generation than my children, but there are still topics on which I refuse to accept side-eyes that scream, “Ok, Boomer.” Take my favorite past time.
Normalize This.
The benefits of a work hiatus? More free time. The "maybe this isn't a benefit?" More free space! Welcome to my brain.
March Madness … It’s Back. Kind of.
A funny thing happened last month when the Carolina Hurricanes hosted an NHL Stadium Series game. For those seasoned with the treks of Tobacco Road, the game was bliss and the perfect appetizer to March Madness.
The Quietest Place on Earth
A tale of how I closed my eyes and jumped in feet first, fears be damned. Did I have to jump into the clear waters of the Carribean? Maybe not. But I sure won’t tell my family that.
Just Wait
It was just a few weeks ago that a friend of mine called to chat and suggested that she run away from home with no forwarding address. Been there, thought that. Who hasn’t? We can all admit an urge to flee from our children occasionally, can’t we?
DABDA Should Have More Letters
DABDA should have more letters. Like S or C or Q and whatever else is needed for the “sitting alone eating chips & queso” stage.
Pimp My Prose
When I decided to write a book three years ago, I wasn't kidding (although I did think it would only take a minute). You are never too old for new goals.
My Husband Doesn’t Nap Right.
I love a good nap. I love an average nap. I have mastered all of the naps. Now, if I could just get my husband on board.
Who Dunne Wrong?
A controversial Monday thought: I think we do, as women, have a responsibility for how we project ourselves and, as a result, how men look at us.