Death. Be Not Proud.

Trigger warning: I’m pro-choice. …to a point. Is that also a trigger warning? The Wall Street Journal just published an op-ed reflecting on the 15 week fetal development mark, as observed by ultrasound technicians. It applies these observations to Rowe v Wade through the premise of what was known about development Then v Now andContinue reading “Death. Be Not Proud.”

You Have Reached Your Destination

Not my words. My GPS announced this when we arrived at the cemetery. I wondered if the mourners in the hearse just ahead of us heard the same announcement. The funerals I’ve attended tend to be set on unseasonably warm, confection clouded days, and this was no exception. The February chill crept into our lightContinue reading “You Have Reached Your Destination”

Emily in Paris / Jen in Purgatory

I’ve been seduced by it all, and while I know it is a calorie-free confection, I still feel bloated and unsatisfied. It has grown-up Disney princess vibes: Multiple Prince Charmings, an impossibly drawn protagonist, fairy godmother wardrobe, and Lily Collins’ eyebrows.

Open Summer Camp – For MOMS!

We know how to socially distance. We will happily share cooking, cleaning, and shopping responsibilities. We will kayak 10 feet apart, crochet masks, and carve beautiful woodshed signs with inspirational message like “Stay the *F* Away” and “Mom’s Busy,” and “No.”

It’s a Girl! Oops. Nope. It’s a Boy!

If you are a mother of only boys, this is not something you ever want to hear from your OB/GYN after delivering your baby. Did he say “It’s a girl?” – This was what I asked my husband in the recovery room. I must have had temporary amnesia after the delivery, probably brought on byContinue reading “It’s a Girl! Oops. Nope. It’s a Boy!”

What Am I Looking At?

We worked in advertising and this was before #MeToo and Tom never did or said anything inappropriate, even by today’s standards. There was an instance, though, that might have appeared to tell another story.

Stupid Sh*t I Was Told

I was told to be good. I was told to be pretty. I was told looks don’t count. I was told to have long hair. I was told to have straight hair. I was told to have curls. I was told to have bangs. I was told bobby pins would hold back the bangs whileContinue reading “Stupid Sh*t I Was Told”

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