ArchiveAugust 2020

When Mortal Tongues Awake

America. Why would anyone debate whether this is “Trump’s America” or “Biden’s America”? No single human being owns our collective experience of this amazing land of the free, nor will one person ever be allowed...

Back to School – Sort Of

I used to spend at least a week or so every August chasing down items on my kids’ school supply lists. There was always at least one or two things on those lists that I’d either A) never heard of, or B) didn’t realize I should have purchased two...

By the Tip of my Tongue

I stopped scrolling as I came upon what looked to be a photo of myself: A mountain goat hanging onto a completely vertical cliff with just four small hooves and what appeared to be also the tip of it’s little goaty tongue. Looking like it was no big...

Unplug, Reboot and Refresh

Three weeks ago my husband and I moved into hopefully what will be our forever home. While we had a pretty detailed “must have” list – at the top of our priorities was finding a place with beautiful tree-filled surroundings. At this point in our...

And We Aren’t Burned by Fires

Part of you starts to expect that kind of call. All of you dreads the time when it will come. One minute you’re passing the salad around the table, telling your kids to eat one more bite, and the next minute the phone rings and that bite count...

In Fairness

I was stretched out, hammer in hand, nails in mouth, sweat dripping down my face, my tiptoes precariously close to the edge of the footstool stringing fairy lights around the 2020 version of my daughter’s “classroom” because nothing exemplifies...

What to Believe? The Question du Jour

The gullible make the perfect prey for a manipulative narcissist. Like a cat toying with a mouse, every move is calculated to make the target squirm and squeal. All is fun and games until the final pounce when the exhausted mouse becomes food. But...

We’ll Fink of Fings

So, I decided to homeschool my 8 year old this year. Her school wasn’t offering distance learning, and I didn’t feel comfortable with a 5-day-a-week plan quite yet, so I decided to homeschool her, instead. Paige has always been extra attached to me...

Leaving is the Hardest Part

I spent the first three decades of my life feeling unworthy of love and happiness. The why I felt this way is fairly obvious to even a lazy armchair psychologist. My parents, particularly my mom, didn’t “choose” me. It didn’t matter how good I was...

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