Would they have been better off if their father had never met me? The guilt of a stepmother.
Bringing Back the Red Tent
Author: Jyl Barlow
Jyl Barlow navigates life as a wife, stepmom, avid traveler, and writer of all the things.
She is a master of hindsight and loves sharing her humorous take on life via her books and blog.
Jyl also pontificates with a friend on their podcast, Whine & Wine.
Jyl lives outside of Richmond, VA as an empty nester, annoying her husband.
Hormone Harmony? Tell Me More.
Is this a TMI entry? Maybe? I’m not sure. Dad, read with caution. I have a few friends who have become amateur hormone dealers. By “hormone dealers” I mean they are becoming experts on the role of estrogen or progesterone or testosterone or chocolate paired with romantic comedies on the female body and, more importantly … Continue reading Hormone Harmony? Tell Me More.
Wait, Did I Just Become Julia Roberts?
Did I just become Julia Roberts? Were we about to head back to all those other stores, waving our bags around while declaring, “Big Mistake. Big. Huge.”?
Will You Remember…You?
We have created the first generation that will die with fewer memories of their own lives than those of others. That's not good news.
Sleeper on the Socials
Like many of us lately, I’ve found that within five seconds of opening my socials, I’m ready to throw myself out the nearest window. My feeds have become so laden with the political climate that I’ve essentially forgotten what the socials were actually designed for: sharing videos of kittens attacking paper towel rolls. Well, actually … Continue reading Sleeper on the Socials
FORCED!!! Okay, Calm Down, People.
Forced? Well, that’s a strong word. Mixed in with this week’s news salad of sabotaged escalators and songs from a showgirl was a variety of reports on the Serenade of the Seas–a story reported as a whisper on some news channels and a scream on others. The report that finally sent me over the railing … Continue reading FORCED!!! Okay, Calm Down, People.
What Should You Do? Start by Cutting the Apron Strings.
Six weeks and I’ve resisted the urge to throw on the ALL CAPS button before responding, “WHICH ONE OF YOU IS IN COLLEGE?”
Am I a Woman Now?
Am I a Woman Now? Zero Stars.
Is This The Line?
It never fails, when I hear this, the devil on my shoulder goes into overdrive with snarky responses while the angel on the other gently places her hand over my mouth.
I’m Coming Back, Really.
Tomorrow, I will be a little sad to have this trip behind me... ...but... I do leave for a work-ish cruise in just ten days, so perhaps that will help.