Parenting: The Humble Brag

Parenting is hard. Why do we do this? No, really. I mean, I know the Hallmark answer...but, really, why?

(Step)Mother’s Day

Being a stepmom is a choice, not the fulfillment of a childhood dream.

We aren’t paying for college (you don’t have to either).

We aren't paying for college. We have never had "cover all costs for higher education" on our list of must-dos. We aren't interested in borrowing from our own future to fund our children's (adult) present.

Holy Sauce Packets.

Ah yes, that explained why the sauce packets were lined up like little soldiers waiting for battle on his leg.

Lent Me Your Ears

It’s always about this time, during the Lenten season, that I start checking the calendar for an end date. Is it over yet? Am I done? You’d think I was an actual Catholic.

My (2nd) First Gymnastics Meet

I’ve been to endless gymnastics meets as a competitor and a coach, but as a normal person? Why wasn't I expecting the circus like atmosphere? And what had I put my parents through?

(Bio)Mom on the Move

If you’d asked me eight years ago how I’d react to hearing that our kids’ (bio)mom was moving out of state, I’d probably have answered with something along the lines of, “oh, thank you six pound baby Jesus.” But that was then.

The Happily in Ever After

Kids are a bit of a relational buzzkill. No, it's fine. We can all admit it.

It’s Been 10 Years Since He Looked at Me

And then, there he was, a different non-local colleague but one whose voice I recognized from our weekly team calls. I’d never actually met him and, if I’m being honest, I mostly zoned out when he spoke during our meetings. Yet, the moment we shook hands, lightning went down my spine. What in the actual eff??

Is it over yet? Are we done?

It is always a sign of chaotic times when my body opts to return the comfort T-Zone of my hormonal, oily, teenage years. If you see me in public and wonder why I’ve opted for small Christmas lights dotting my chin and forehead, just know that it wasn’t intentional.