Monthly Archives: September 2012

5 reasons I’m nothing like the Pioneer Woman (but then again)

5 reasons I’m nothing like the Pioneer Woman (but then again)

Recently, I was asked if I’m trying to be “like the Pioneer Woman.” Hmm. I couldn’t decide whether to be offended or flattered. Considering the source (a friend from Twitter), I decided she probably had no ill will. And how could I possibly be offended by such a comparison? Well, I’ve worked really hard to findRead More

Healthy chocolate? And Matt Damon? Yes, please!

Healthy chocolate? And Matt Damon? Yes, please!

Disclosure: This is NOT a compensated blog post. This is just me, telling you about a product I love. I did get a small sample from the company a couple of months ago, but would have written this post regardless. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll give a sample away to one of my readers if IRead More

I just can’t make this stuff up

I just can’t make this stuff up

I just got home from grocery shopping (and Sam’s and Target and Walgreens). Oh, I can hear you now. “Well, woop-di-freakin-do! Big deal!” Well, let me assure you it is a big deal. Why? For starters, it’s 11:30 at night (even though you’ll probably be reading this during your first or second cup of coffeeRead More

What really drives parents crazy (and why I lost it today)

What really drives parents crazy (and why I lost it today)

I’m passive-aggressive about cleaning, even in my car. I’m all casual and “go with the flow” until something drives me over the edge. Today, I was driven over the edge. I took the girls outside to play, and decided I’d do something productive. So, I attempted to “throw a little trash away” from my car.Read More

Ugly on the Inside

Ugly on the Inside

“Freckles are angel kisses, that’s why you don’t have very many. The angels don’t love you as much as they love me,” she sneered. She stood with her hands clenched in fists on her hips, her platinum hair pulled back in a half pony tail, her bangs barrel rolled to perfection. Her clothes, her backpack,Read More

Setting one agony down, only to pick up another

Setting one agony down, only to pick up another

Recently,  I was asked by a class of college students what it was like to bear my soul when writing essay after essay about my brother’s suicide. How did I prepare? How did I handle the exposure? I wasn’t sure how to answer the questions, because honestly, the way it unfolded, and why, was aRead More