Jorts is such an ugly term. It conjures up visions of dads in white socks with velcro sandals, cell phones clipped to their belts, waiting in line for churros at a theme park.
Is anyone else absolute shit at quitting things?
So, I made a fucking vision board. It was like a craft project, which I’ve never really had the patience for. Ask that “scrapbook” over there. I had grand plans to do one for every kid and their first few years of life, but as of right now, it’s just a bunch of poorly at-home […]
Sunday I will be sleeping in a different bedroom in a different house, and when I refer to the room and the bed I’m presently typing from, I will call it “old bedroom.”
My kids are at the age where they ask questions they can’t google the answers to. It was like, the second they found google, they stopped needing me for shit.
Disclaimer: I’m going to write about being a sports mom. This is something you may or may not relate to, or find interesting. It also may or may not be a choice you’ve made for, or decided against, for your own family. Regardless, this is how we live our lives, and that is where the […]
Dear Andy, I took these photos of you a couple weeks ago at Disney.
It’s April, my birthday month, which is also the start of a marathon mind fuck surrounding things like mortality and the afterlife and if Hunger Games time will come before or after I am gone.
You know that scene in Forrest Gump where he’s been running and running, and he’s wearing that ridiculous trucker hat with a beard, looking like some dude I’d probably date if I wasn’t married or afraid of hair in my teeth?
May my reaction to having a book published never be less than a tear infected, snot filled, scream fest.