My husband and I moved away from our hometown when my son was just under a year old. We were far from friends and family for the first time so when Christmas rolled around we started a new tradition for our new family: the photo holiday card. Because Christmas card exchanges seem to be a…

I don’t hate Christmas. Let’s get that straight right from the get go. I piss and moan the whole of December so people tend to get the wrong idea. I definitely don’t love Christmas but to say I hate it is a bit extreme. It’s stressful and I don’t like the forced frivolity of it;…

This blahg was written in response to the visceral pain I was feeling when I experienced one of the most piercing losses of my life exactly one year ago. I re-post this with the admission that one year has not dampened the heartache I still feel. Much love my little ObiWan 💜 Originally posted on…

With utter fascination, I force my dear, sweet friend to recount the details of her family’s ravioli-making tradition over and over. She’s a good sport and endures my amazed questions and relentless demands for more details. Annually, the family meets at one member’s house, who has purchased all of the ingredients, for a full day…

I knew it was going to be a bad day for democracy so I purposely went to the movies and hid in the dark with Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga. For 2 hours I didn’t think about anything except what was on the screen. As credits rolled I picked up my phone to check the…

My son and I walked into a shabby pet store where the animals were in cages stacked one atop another and stopped in front of the one containing two long haired chihuahua puppies. We fell in love with the sable one. He was adorable, tiny, and three hundred dollars. He was an impulse buy. I…

I hate running. Shut up. Get dressed. Alright, lets do this. Ugh. Stop complaining. Start the timer now and use the stairs, that’ll be the warm up. 🎶S, A , F, E, T, Y. Safety! Dance!🎶 Shit, two minutes left on the warm up. This is boring. Aw, fuck … start running. I hate this…

An enduring, indelible high school memory… I had a favorite teacher in high school. We all do. Someone we feel comfortable around, someone who encourages us or makes us feel better than we do about ourselves. Even so, I remember thinking she was weird as hell for running around and around our outdoor track, seemingly…

It all started with a feeling and Facebook post. I’m tired of feeling hopeless and helpless as I watch the moral fiber of our country crumble. Every side thinks they are absolutely right. So much so that we don’t even listen to each other anymore and we certainly don’t compromise. I’m just as guilty of…

I despise running. I was lucky enough my whole life that I never really had to exercise. I’ll admit that is catching up with me as I approach 50 with a pot belly I’d slice off with a carving knife if I could. The stupid commercial asking if you could “pinch an inch” is taunting…

Growing up, I was subjected to a “step-father” I hated for many, legitimate reasons.  For 10 years, this man was an uninvited part of my life.  There is no greater feeling of helplessness to a child than the inability to escape an adult that makes them feel unimportant and belittled.  There is so much more…

Not everyone likes what I have to say.  I know this because I don’t always like things that other people have to say.  Here’s the thing—say it anyway and don’t let anyone tell you that you should keep your mouth shut.  Ever. The instant we silence one dissenting or diagreeable opinion, we’ve lost all freedom….