Hail, Hail Rock n Roll

Hail, Hail Rock n Roll

I realized over the last few months, that I pretty much stopped listening to music since my kids were born.  Since I stopped working. Since I stopped being able to roll the windows down and turn the volume up because babies have fragile eardrums. Since I stopped being able to go to shows because babies have fragile ear drums and generally aren’t welcome. Since I spend all my time taking care of other people. Since my day starts with laundry…

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And Then What?

And Then What?

Things are rough, huh? People are sad and scared and angry. There is systemic racism, sexism, abuse and at least half the people in this country are a-ok with it. It’s not just Trump. It’s not just cops. It’s not just the system, it’s the people who make up the system. It’s our neighbors. Our kids’ teachers, their coaches, their pastors, and friend’s parents. It’s like every where we look, everywhere we turn, someone is getting fucked by someone else….

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Motherhood, Aging, and the Loss of Youth

Motherhood, Aging, and the Loss of Youth

I look in the mirror and see the face of a forty year old woman where a 22 year old woman should be. Her hair is prematurely grey, she has lines and wrinkles from laughter and not laughter, and her skin shows plainly the passage of time. The corners of her mouth turn down, lines a little too prominent, eyes a little saggy, crows feet.  How did this happen, this aging? Where did she come from? Where did I go?…

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I Hate Summer. A Lot.

I Hate Summer. A Lot.

Summer blows. I don’t care what you say or what you have on your bucket list or what camps your kids are scheduled for. Summer blows.  End of story. Have you ever been to South Carolina? No? Ok, let me tell you about summer in the deep south.  Here’s what you do, turn on your furnace and go into your bathroom, close the door, turn on your shower full-blast at the highest heat possible. Getting steamy? Kinda hard to breathe?…

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The Best Laid Plans, or How Not to Homestead

The Best Laid Plans, or How Not to Homestead

My husband and I have, for many years now, taken a fancy to the idea of homesteading.  In our twenties, we romanticized about it a lot. We had this idea that we’d be self-sufficient, growing all our food, off grid, milking and gardening, churning and sewing, building and canning. I even planned to learn to darn socks.  We bought books and did research; we got some chickens and some goats; I made butter one time. We were living the dream….

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A Letter to My Family

A Letter to My Family

I was featured on Introvert, Dear! Go take a look! To my family, I love you with my entire soul. When I look at you, my children, my heart aches from the beauty of your innocence and the peace you spread with your smiles and laughter. When I see my husband, I feel warm and safe and loved. I am blessed beyond belief and thankful for every day I have with all of you. But you have GOT to stop…

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Damned Weirdo

Damned Weirdo

You know, I’m done trying to fit in. It’s so hard and it never works all the way and it ends up breaking my heart in the end anyway, so I’m just done. I know I’m different. I always have been. I’m 39 years old, so you think I’d get it by now, you’d think I’d be used to being the weirdo in the group. The one who doesn’t fit in, who doesn’t seem quite like everyone else. There have…

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