Women tend to have many end of summer concerns. On what official date do pumpkin candles become socially acceptable? Can we stop shaving our legs yet? Should we have included more educational summer activities for our kids? Will it have to be hot girl summer next year, too? Do we have to wear bras in

This week was our first week back to “real school,” albeit masked, in a year and a half. We met teachers (in person!), where Shayne broke the ice for my boys by taking the liberty of introducing them, along with sharing that she threw up in her bed one time, and it was blue. I

I recently drove my kids home from a fun week on the California coast, sore from the physicality beach trips with littles entail. My mind wandered to the symphonic medley of “road trip:” rustling of chip bags and coloring books, high pitched sounds from simultaneous iPad games, the occasional humming or whine, the repeated aggressive

If I know anything now, it’s that everyone has been emotionally cheese grated. You included. I think that’s what bonds us.  …unless there is a pandemic, then ammo and sourdough starters bond us. Experiencing real grief for the first time was my most recent of these experiences. Very poetically speaking, grief is life’s real double

Okay, hi. Did you make it through my previous post? That was a long one. Now we can have some real talk. …because this is maybe the sloppiest post I’ve ever written. I just can’t make it flow, like the OMGIHAVENTSEENYOUINTHREEYEARSHOWAREYOU kind of conversation you yell at your long lost friend at school pickup: both

Published October 2018 To my babies, It’s my wish that you never feel any pain, any true sorrow. As anyone knows, you know, life. It will happen. (I’m your mom, so I have to tell you about what to do about this. It will be included in the “Life Skills” pamphlet I’ll be giving you in kindergarten, later published in a larger