*Note-this isn't entirely depressing. I feel like I need a trigger warning any more. This post gets funnier, I promise. How are you doing? No, for real. HOW. ARE. YOU. DOING? I feel like a lot of us are struggling to keep our heads above water. I myself am struggling most days of the week.… Continue reading I’m a Groundhog Day Instagramless Hippie
When the quarantine started in March, I began walking in one of the many forest preserves near our house. We are fortunate to have many nature preserves set aside by our county to care for nature in a very unnatural suburban area. Over the past 25 years, I'd drive by these places all the time… Continue reading Walking Away From It All
Because it's 2020, and it shouldn't come as a surprise, I am publishing July's tater tot post on June 15th. Maybe because I hate this moment in time we are in, maybe because I have felt like shit for over a month, maybe because the post I had planned for today read like a third-grader… Continue reading Screw It, I’m Eating Tater Tots- Part 15
Menopause cry journal, courtesy of Mary Ruefle.I have something very similar—except mine is a migraine journal filled with big black M’s instead of C’s. Two weeks ago, a friend texted me a link to an article by Mary Ruefle titled Pause. Mary Ruefle wrote her essay Pause in 2015 about her experience with menopause. That… Continue reading Understood
I was using the public restroom at my local Target a few years ago and was hovering—holding my winter coat up so it didn’t get wet in the toilet water, all while trying to keep my purse from touching the floor—when I felt a fart coming on. But I was in public and didn’t want… Continue reading What No One Tells You About Getting Older
On July 21st, I will be attending my 30-year high school reunion at my rural Ohio high school. It will be full of fun things like seeing old teachers, visiting old schools, seeing old classmates. Lots of old stuff to make me feel less old or conversely, even older. Let's just say it's gonna be… Continue reading Things I Didn’t Do Before My 30-Year High School Reunion
A Grace Full Life 