When I was fifteen my friends and I made dating contracts. It was a compiled list of all the qualities potential boyfriends would need to have in order to make the cut. We signed them in blood and pinky-swore we would never settle for a boy who did not check off ALL of our requirements.… READ THE REST
This year my daughter will start Kindergarten. Which means I am naturally already having crippling anxiety over her first day of high school. You guys, WHAT THE HECK WAS HIGH SCHOOL?
I went to the principal’s office once. I asked him to repaint the bathroom stalls.… READ THE REST
I was 6 years old. I told you I didn’t want to ride the bus. You said it wasn’t up for discussion. I begged and pleaded. I cried and pulled my hair. You were unaffected. I threw myself on the ground and vowed never to speak to you again if you made me get on that bus.
I never really liked risk. Well, let me rephrase that. I romanticize risk and love the idea of it. I praise the people who are risk-takers and enjoy reading about people who stubbornly dare to do great things despite the odds.… READ THE REST
It’s officially the season of graduation parties and cookouts. Who doesn’t like free food? For the grad, there are a lot of unknowns in the world and it doesn’t usually hit them until all the balloons deflate and the leftover pulled pork is scraped from the bottom of the pan.… READ THE REST
I’m sure you know the kind of day that I’m talking about…
You didn’t sleep well at all the night before and laid in bed tossing and turning, so you sleep in late. Too late… And then the dominos keep falling.… READ THE REST
My husband failed his entire first year of college. Straight F’s. Even in gym. He was grieving the loss of his older brother who should have been raging in that dorm life with him but was instead in a casket. Sometimes you can make plans for yourself, and then life throws a wrench in the tricycle you’ve been building.… READ THE REST
When I was twenty-two my husband was the funniest man on earth. My cheeks hurt every time I was with him. We would have dance parties on the living room floor, talk until 3am, and I’d giggle like he was Kevin Hart and I had a backstage pass.… READ THE REST
What are you most afraid of?
I know many of you instantly visualized very distinctive fears; spiders, clowns, heights perhaps? You wouldn’t be far off because according to Google it’s an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.… READ THE REST
It’s happened, I’m now far enough out of high school to speak about it with a modicum of authority, or wistful nostalgia. A full decade has passed (plus) and I’m to the point where I forget how old I am, so I have to remind myself of my birth year and count forward, slowly.… READ THE REST
My entire life, I’ve loved men. Which is why I was so disappointed when I learned that I can’t be friends with them. I’ve been resisting the truth since high school, but I waved a white flag when my marriage was at stake.… READ THE REST
I’m not sure what I expected when I walked down that aisle. Almost 3 years ago we took our vows, and we’ve been an “us” for nearly 7. In hindsight, “For better, for worse” seems a little insufficient. I think what they were going for was vague; you don’t know to be scared when you’re not sure what’s coming.… READ THE REST
I was twenty when I met my husband and a year or two into a relationship with someone else. I didn’t think I was meeting my soul mate, I recognized what anyone with eyes did: he looked like a Ken doll.… READ THE REST
I’ll never forget the day I found out that one of the girls in our small group of friends had sex with my ex-boyfriend. He was handsome, popular, and a star athlete at his much larger high school.… READ THE REST
My idea for this blog post sparked while I was making tuna fish casserole for my family. I started cooking and found myself thinking about all of my friends who have asked me for relationship advice over the years, on whether to stay with the person they are with or to leave.… READ THE REST
To quote the great philosopher, Kenny Chesney, “They’re not here, but they’re not gone.”
I was 16 when I met my soul mate and 17 when he left me. And I was well into my twenties when I let him and the idea of the “one that got away” die.… READ THE REST
I was 17 years old. Our class had just completed our voting for the senior “who’s who,” and I couldn’t wait to find out who I was.
I was thrilled. I had been the recipient of best looking, and best body in my senior class.… READ THE REST
January 1st is coming and for many of us that means racing towards the future and the promise of new. A time that hasn’t yet been tarnished by death, loss, and struggle. This year i’m resolving to give the past its due credit.… READ THE REST
If you’re like me, you obsess about raising your child “right.” You are so hopeful that your child will feel a deep sense of worth, and if you facilitate that, this foundation will allow them to build morals and values that might be different from your own, but will keep them anchored, happy, and safe.… READ THE REST