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Super, Special Day

Last week, I was repeatedly catching puke in a large plastic bowl and comforting my distraught, panicked daughter while simultaneously trying to stifle my own nausea after having just recovered from the same stomach plague. It wasn’t pretty. With three kids ages 7, 5 and 2, I’m in the trenches of parenting. It gets straightContinue Reading

What Would Jesus Do? Bop You in the Eye.

  Oh, friends. What a difficult time we’re living in. So much disagreement. So much tension. And admittedly, I’m adding to that tension. I am not sorry. I recently told my sister about a snarky reply I gave a former college professor who had a political disagreement with me online. On the surface, it wasContinue Reading

Sesame Street: A Fun Diversion or Lesson in Diversity?

Sesame Street: A Fun Diversion or Lesson in Diversity?

  Growing up, I didn’t see many faces unlike mine. I lived in a small, rural town, and I was related to probably half the population. I literally looked a lot like most everyone I saw on a daily basis. Now, don’t get me wrong, it was a lovely place to grow up, but exposure toContinue Reading

Love, Labor

Love, Labor

The contractions hit harder and faster than I imagined. This couldn’t be the real deal, though. While I’d been dilated and effaced for weeks, with an induction scheduled the next morning, I didn’t let myself believe this was actual labor. After all, I’d had two false alarms before, and I knew they’d just send meContinue Reading

The Gift of Citrus

The Gift of Citrus

Amid the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping, I remember turning to my husband in the kitchen and saying, “You know, I remember when kids would just be thrilled to get an orange and a peppermint stick for Christmas.” He gave me “the look.” The one with the raised eyebrow that means, “What in theContinue Reading

Why I’m Taking Bill Cosby’s Rape Scandal Personally

“It can’t be true because he’s so well loved.” “It can’t be true because he was around so many others and it didn’t happen to them.” “It can’t be true because they waited so long to come forward.” “It can’t be true because they’re conspiring to ruin him.” I know. I get it. None ofContinue Reading

Spilling and Sorting it Out

Spilling and Sorting it Out

This is therapy. This is me just spilling it all out, like the contents in an oft-used yet rarely cleaned purse. I’m going through some heavy stuff at the moment, and I need to get it all out there before trying to put it back neatly in place. I remember my mom doing just thisContinue Reading

For Those Who Don’t Understand Rape

For Those Who Don’t Understand Rape

I’d like to tell you a story. A story about two friends. They’re young, maybe 21 or 22. One’s name is Steve, the other, Marcus. Marcus is outgoing and known to be a frequent party-goer and very generous. He’s often willing to give his friends money, or buy everyone a round at their favorite diveContinue Reading

Melty, Salty, Smoky, Good: Celebrate American Cheese Month

Melty, Salty, Smoky, Good: Celebrate American Cheese Month

This may be hard to believe, but when I was a young child, I didn’t like cheese. Wait, what? What kind of kid turns their nose up at grilled cheese, cheeseburgers, and the coveted mac & cheese? This kid. I hated it. Gagged at the thought. I even remember a time when a babysitter fixedContinue Reading

She’s Becoming Who I Never Thought She’d Be

She’s Becoming Who I Never Thought She’d Be

Brave. Not a word I would have used to describe my oldest daughter only six months ago. With a mental disposition much like me, I feared she would follow in my anxiety-laced footsteps. Her fear made me fearful. My nerves made her nervous. We’re a sometimes-challenging duo, her and I. You see, I don’t wantContinue Reading