What’s going on up there in that head? Well I promise you, not nearly as many thoughts traffic his head as yours. But just what IS he thinking? DO these jeans make me look fat? DOES this color accentuate my waistline? … READ THE REST
I found myself surrounded by a younger crowd last weekend. It was all bikinis and Monster energy drinks, music I hadn’t heard of. As I readjusted my one piece I was filled with a sense of relief (mostly), for I have come so far:
- I like the taste of alcohol.
The Internet used to be my happy place, but lately it’s only been good for wasting my time and killing my vibe. As much as I’d love to take some responsibility for my feelings, there’s a list of culprits that I’d much rather put on blast instead.… READ THE REST
My husband failed his entire first year of college. Straight F’s. Even in gym. He was grieving the loss of his older brother who should have been raging in that dorm life with him but was instead in a casket. Sometimes you can make plans for yourself, and then life throws a wrench in the tricycle you’ve been building.… READ THE REST
Let’s face it: 2016 was a hot mess. We lost a bunch of honored and admired celebrities. Our childhood heroes were being challenged, alleged and infamously uncovered. The black community suffered again and again and again. Our FB friends showed they asses and we had to block, unfollow, delete, curse out, etc.… READ THE REST
Sunday May 13th marks over a century of celebrating Mother’s Day in the United States. I consider myself a Mother’s Day expert because a) I’ve celebrated 3 and b) I used Wikipedia for this blog. Feel free to use me as an academic citation.… READ THE REST
It’s happened, I’m now far enough out of high school to speak about it with a modicum of authority, or wistful nostalgia. A full decade has passed (plus) and I’m to the point where I forget how old I am, so I have to remind myself of my birth year and count forward, slowly.… READ THE REST
Red isn’t a color that’s easy to miss. It commands attention and is typically used to alert people to stop. We stop when we see red lights, red stop signs, and attention alerts with huge red exclamation points. For some reason when it comes to red flags and relationships, the correlation between red and stop suddenly becomes foreign concepts to a lot of women.… READ THE REST
If you clicked on this link looking for a pick-me-up, exit immediately. I got nothing for you.
A student stayed after class the other day to ask what my zodiac sign was. She said, “I just love that you are always so happy.” I immediately flinched and waited to see if Zeus may strike me with a bolt of lightning.… READ THE REST
It’s February in the Midwest and a lot of us got a taste of the 60’s this weekend (Fahrenheit, not the era). Yesterday, my husband, daughter, and I had the same idea that everyone else in Michigan did – we had to get outside.… READ THE REST
Over the years I’ve collected a good amount of friends. I’m fairly introverted, but once people get past my resting bitch face, I think they find me to be moderately agreeable. (Or not, whatever. Like I said, I’m an introvert.)
I quickly learned though, that 36 nights (and days) of consecutive college drinking does not make a friend.… READ THE REST
I am not sure if you are aware of this yet, but Facebook is really good at making us hate each other. I have lost count of the number of times I have seen a post from a person I admired, or respected, that sent my fingers in a flurry across my phone screen, thumbs first.… READ THE REST
2016 gave birth to many things for me (& from me). The top of that list, most literally, being the birth of my third child; the sweetest little angel of a baby, Grant (whose cute cheeks have graced these virtual pages on more than one occasion).… READ THE REST
To quote the great philosopher, Kenny Chesney, “They’re not here, but they’re not gone.”
I was 16 when I met my soul mate and 17 when he left me. And I was well into my twenties when I let him and the idea of the “one that got away” die.… READ THE REST
So, here it is. I’m sure you’re all expecting me to say something fantastic about my dating life. Well, I can’t. Because I don’t have a dating life. “Dating lives” do not exist in this generation.
There are two levels to this whole “dating” thing.… READ THE REST
To paraphrase Kevin McCallister,
“I’m painting things and taking off wall fixtures, you better come home and stop me!”
That’s one way to get your husband home a little faster. A phrase I used as recently as yesterday because it’s almost a holiday and scheduled company always gets a DIY-er motivated to do a last minute project.… READ THE REST
My in-laws suck.
Kidding. They don’t. They’re actually really great… I think it’s God’s way of saying, your birth family is a nightmare, let me take it easy on you with this one. Just some nice Christian folk, that are family focused, with good morals and no drug addictions or notable mental illness to speak of.… READ THE REST