I’ve figured it out. THIS is why people like to brag share on social media. Earlier this week, within a span of 24-hours, I paper mâchéd the shit out of one kid’s Halloween costume, AND made homemade apple crumble. The other kid wrote in her own, newbie, shaky handwriting (with her dad’s help), ‘I LOVE …
Humongous drops of rain were pounding on the windshield in the way that only southern rainstorms do, and I held my phone to my ear wondering if this job and this trip were going to end my marriage. I had left town without fixing the storm door, the one thing Sarah needed me to do …
Moon passed before sun. We stood, mouths agape, watching. Oh, humans. Don’t you get it yet? How very small and temporary we are? Your shit is not special. Your crisis not worse. Your accomplishments not greater. You are a small blip on an enormous timeline. You are a freckle on the face of what will …
“A mob’s always made up of people, no matter what. Mr. Cunningham was part of a mob last night, but he was still a man. Every mob in every little Southern town is always made up of people you know–doesn’t say much for them, does it?”― ‘Atticus Finch,’ explaining to his daughter how a neighbor …
I want to start a lifestyle and parenting magazine that makes fun of other lifetime and parenting magazines. An essay about that terrifying experience every parent faces, of having a kid run out into the street, from our “We’re Just Like You. Except Way, Way Better” section: ‘One day my child ran toward …
I’ve talked to a few friends recently, who have given me the distressing news that they are choosing not to have children…and that people keep harassing them about it. The first bit, the choosing not to have kids bit, is not something that should be doubted or questioned or criticized. I think not having kids …
1. daylight saving time…..i can’t even look at you. 2. people (older, mostly) who stop me and the kids in the store all the time to say, “enjoy this time. kids grow up SO fast. cherish every blessed moment! it’ll be over in a flash.’ really. REALLY? last night my son stepped on my daughte’rs …