I have often been told (mostly by people who don’t believe in such things) that I am an old soul. I was an intelligent and obedient child, quick to finish my homework and patient about standing in line. I was not, for the most part, a problem–and so, for the most part, I was ignored.Continue reading “More Forty Than Thirty: A Treatise on Self Care and [Finally] Growing Up”
I think most of us dream about quitting our jobs at one time or another–some of us dream about it constantly. Some of us dream about quitting everything, dropping our lives and running off with the circus, living in a tiny home in New Mexico where we’ll sell turquoise beads to tourists and watch the sunset over the desert each night, climbing to the top of a mountain and living alone in a cave. It’s a dream in which we’re able to surmount our fears or inabilities, in which we’re able to steer our own destinies.Continue reading “The Joy of Quitting”
My boy has started playing soccer. That makes me, officially, a soccer mom.
I feel like I should start driving my husband’s Subaru and invest in some khaki pants. I need to start doing crunches and buy a lawn chair with extra large cup holders and a place to attach an umbrella. Continue reading “Soccer Mom”
Do you ever wonder why you do the things you do? Continue reading “An Existential Question”
Allergy season has been rough this year. Continue reading “Allergy Season: A Beauty Guide”
It’s International Women’s Day, so perhaps this video is poorly timed. We’re supposed to feel strong today. We’re supposed to celebrate each other and ourselves. And I’ve created a parody movie trailer making light of women’s body issues.
This morning, I had my last wisdom tooth pulled, which means as you read this I’m probably sleep and/or in pain.
My son has a loose tooth, so he’s a little confused about my tooth being pulled. Shouldn’t it fall out on its own?
Thankfully, my husband has taken the day off work to take care of me. I might just hole up in my shed while he takes care of the kids.
We’ll see how long it takes for my kids (or my husband) to come out and bust down the shed door.