Parenting

Adulting: Can I Get Some Adulation?

There’s a buzz word going around lately, and while I generally tend to stay away from buzz words, this one I find kind of catchy.

Adulting.

It has kind of a nice ring to it, no? Urban dictionary confirms it is what you think it is: An adult acting like a grown ass person. I would like to think I’m pretty good at adulting, but even when sitting down to write about it, the fact it keeps autocorrecting to the word adulating, which I had to google to define, makes me feel like a slightly less grown ass person. Also I just convinced myself that by adding salsa to my white flour quesadilla, I was indeed having enough vegetables to be able to eat a cupcake after lunch, guilt-free, which definitely docks a few more points from the gold level adulting badge I’m after. (more…)

Love and Light

I want, more than anything, to teach my kids to choose love. To use the light of intelligence, rather than hide in the shadows of ignorance, to expose hatred. To be accepting and kind. To see past differences in skin color, and religion and gender and race, and to see people as people. Human to human.

Today we honor Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., but his message is bigger than one day. We need to honor him everyday.

Image credits: cover, meme belongs to HMDHM

May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

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I mean, it’s better than 1 in 292.3 million, right?

Any of you buying Powerball tickets today?

As The Saying Goes…

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Never, never, never wake a sleeping baby. Especially if she’s mine.

Coughing Up Your New Favorite Swear Word

Ah 3am, my fickle little friend, I wish I could say it’s good to see you.

I’ve been spending a lot of time with 3am recently, and while there is a certain beauty to the world at an hour where the only sounds are those of drunken college kids parading down the street singing the Canadian national anthem, it’s really a time I’d prefer to know on a less intimate basis. Lately, 3am has been even worse, as my friendly neighbors to the North are being drowned out by an even more unfavorable sound: Coughing. (more…)

On Heavy Boots and the Dangers of Being Small-Minded

To borrow a saying from a book I recently read, lately I’ve been stuck wearing my heavy boots.

The rash of terror attacks that rocked numerous cities over the last month. The Syrian refugee crisis. The assault at a Planned Parenthood in Colorado. The hateful, reckless, utter stupidity that is Donald Trump. It all weighs heavy on me, and I find my funny is harder and harder to access. I try to force it out, but it feels insincere because more important things need to be said. (more…)

In The Search For Your Village, Sometimes You Are Your Own Worst Enemy

I’ve written about the village before. You know, that mystical place where woman accept each other at face value, and chat about their differing parenting techniques over a wine cooler, while the kids ~~eat dirt and fight~~ play?

Since writing that post a few months ago, not a lot has necessarily changed, with the exception of discovering that when it comes to gaining entry into the village, I am my own worst enemy. (more…)