Throwback 2014 Wrap-Up

Camp Photo

I stood on the gravel with bags of marshmallows in my arms. The sun was just about down and as I stood at the entrance of the pavilion, I could see the fire roaring, people dancing, corn hole matches being smack talked, honeymooners kissing, beers being cheered, selfies being snapped, and smiling. So much smiling. And […]

Elementary School. It’s not all limos and Happy Meals.

Little Brittany Adult Rules

Last week Gigi’s midterm report came home informing me she recognized no letters or letter sounds, and she was unable to write her name. Which is weird because she definitely knew all those things going into her second year of preschool. A preschool that apparently bases it’s curriculum on The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. […]

Adulthood. You’re Not Doing It Right.

Soft Cup

I feel like there are tons of things about being a woman or an adult or even a mom, I should know. And it’s only when I come into a situation in which I should clearly be able to effectively function, that I realize, I have no idea what I’m doing. Somebody take away my […]

Congratulations, Graduate!

It’s that time of year. The time, before heading off to the graduation parties of relatives that were young, like, four seconds ago, and I sit there holding a foam plate of pasta salad mentally doing the math on just how fucking old I am now and how fucking long it’s been since I’ve graduated […]

Between You, Me and the Goblin.

By the time I was 14, I knew my way around a boy. Kissing, groping, dry humping…hello, Jordan Catalano in the rain, motivation enough for a girl to find her way around a pant bulge or two. You know, everything except that whole all the way sort of thing. It wasn’t for lack of trying, […]

The Swamp

I don’t like to get all sappy up in here, I prefer to keep the gooey emotions where they belong, namely, the corner of my closet where I eat my cupcakes; but I’m about to start my period, and I watched The Blind Side last night soooo…okay,  I’ll be quick. There was a swamp around […]