A few weeks ago, I attended a women’s conference focused on empowerment and leadership. Over a hundred women attended. We participated in team building activities and group discussions…
“Mom, we’re so glad you could make it.” I hate when school principals call me “mom.” Fuck off. The long oval table in front of me has thirteen…
During the other daylight hours, we resemble the rest of our flock. We start our day showered and moisturized. We smooth our hair and chapstick our lips. We…
My daughter went to Scotland over her college fall break. I’ve heard of kids leaving town, but this seemed extreme. At least we didn’t pay for it, and…
I never thought I’d be here. If you had suggested to my feminist twenty-something activist self that one day I would be living in a house with four…
When I was mid-thirties, we decided to get moving on the adoption. We checked off some of the main boxes for the Korean agency: we were under the…
I am on the home stretch for my year-long adventure. With only three months to go, I think I should be sad to see the year end. I…
Dear Becky, I don’t know really know you, yet we have a connection now. I just learned that you are pregnant, and of course you and Craig are…
You’ve seen her on Facebook. That expat friend that looks like she’s having the time of her life, traipsing around the world, visiting exotic locations. She’s raising her…
The holidays come around every damn year. Yeah I get it, “No shit Sherlock.” But for many, myself included, the holidays mean a spike in anxiety. Holiday decorations…
When I found out I was pregnant with my last child I felt the same feelings as many mothers. I was excited, anxious and a bit scared. I…
I’m currently talking with a contractor to build me something special. Something that will have more uses than it appears from the outside. Something that will cost our…
Principal Muckenschnabel screwed everything up one Christmas. This shouldn’t have been a complete surprise; he was a first-rate stick-your-freakishly-big-nose-in-little-kids’-business kind of guy. And, this made him even less…
Now look – my five-year-old loves rocks. LOVES them. We’ve got rock “treasures” that’s he’s collected all over our house. Sometimes in *highly* unexpected places. I spend a…