Current status? Buckled up with a bit more confidence than I had a week ago. Oh, and a giant box of tissues, just in case.
F**king First Times? What the Sh*t.
Tag: Mental Health
12 Days of Christmas Chaos
This is a season filled with moments that bring glee, the warm fuzzies, and memories. Unfortunately, we often miss those moments while trying to be the perfect host, the perfect guest, the perfect shopper, the perfect gift wrapper, and, well, the list goes on. Screw that.
Black Friday Shopping (with Mom)
It’s not the first time I've taken my Mom shopping since she died, tucking her tiny urn into a pocket for a day out. It sounds batshit crazy, I know, but there is something very cathartic about it.
Bringing Back the Red Tent
Would they have been better off if their father had never met me? The guilt of a stepmother.
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
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?”
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.
Happy New Year! Kind of.
When we dropped our youngest off last weekend, Rich and I both felt this weird mix of doom and delight. As it was just after we’d dropped him off last year that the first shoe dropped, there was a natural gurgle of PTSD. Could everyone just be cool this year and…stay alive?
The Skid to Summer’s Finish Line
Currently, the broken rules in my youngest’s room represent the actual bridge between childhood and adulting: Teddy Grahams on one side, Stoli on the other.