(the grief cliches and an airport kiosk)
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January 2023

Helloooo, New Year. In my head, I’m saying that ala Seinfeld to Newman. Helloooo, New Year. We meet again, you’ve done me dirty so what do you want now…

December 2022

I’ve been waiting on myself to begin. I knew it was time to get back to this and I knew it was time for a shift. I shut down the old blog, bought a new…

April 2022

My mom died on April 1, just a little over two weeks ago. I don’t know which cliché to use – does it feel like yesterday or years? Both, I guess. My mom…

April 2020

Well, it had to come. Some of you readers have been with me for a while now. You’ve read these random blogs and followed along on Facebook as Jax came…

March 2020

So we’re homeschooling over here. It’s going really well, I’d say. We have great people, Jax’s anxiety is at an all-time low, he’s happy, he’s…

December 2019

I have sucked as a parent lately. Truth. 'Tis the season for holiday lights and wrapping paper and for mom to be a stressed out asshole. That should be…

September 2019

Dear Jax, It's Gotcha Day, little dude. We adopted you eleven years ago today. I love this day, but this year's celebration is bittersweet. Your…

August 2019

Johnny made it to his Army base on Monday. Other moms are messaging me tips to survive boot camp, linking me to Facebook groups, introducing me to…

May 2019

A day or two ago, Jax had an appointment with a psychiatrist. Jax has never met this man before, but I have, and I like him a lot. He regurgitates…

February 2019

Johnny, I've been down at the Capitol this past week fighting for a bill that would expedite the adoption of older kids. I'm pretty invested in it…

January 2019

"And after fourteen years of foster care, Johnny was getting all As and Bs in school, happily helping around the house, had checking and savings…