I know I write a lot about self-improvement, and that’s because I’m a big, fat fan of it. I LOVE an introspective person. I LOVE accountability. I LOVE seeing flaws and being able to relate. But today I was watching a really funny YouTube video (check out Matt Bellassai for serious hilarity but watch out… Read More Here’s a quick way to ruin things
I was chatting with a dear friend yesterday, and we got onto the topic of friendships. And about quantities of Facebook friends – not our own, but others. OK, it’s a weird topic, just forget about that part. It got me thinking, though. Social media has done a lot of good for us – it… Read More When strangers like your spinach
I have a confession: I killed The Dynamom. Who’s The Dynamom? Well, she’s a writer. She’s blogged for years about parenthood – primarily opinion pieces – and doled out some decent-ass practical advice. So what’s my beef? Well, there’s no beef. The Dynamom is me. She WAS me, I suppose. I wrote as The Dynamom,… Read More Confession: Why I killed The Dynamom
Hi there. It’s me: the lady who lives at Target. You’ll find me by the checkout, stealthily checking my banking app to make sure I have enough to cover the mass of superfluous goods I’m proudly carting about the store. Well, I’m also checking my Cartwheel app—I’m not an idiot!—and I’m about to save $.03 on… Read More All the ways my paychecks go to Target
I’m fat. When I say that to friends, their knee-jerk reaction is to deny, to say, “No you’re not!” or “Stop! Don’t say that about yourself.” And, listen, I understand why they do that. The word ‘fat’ is so commonly used a weapon. But I’m not intending it that way. I’m not fishing for compliments… Read More The ‘F-word’ you can call me
Backstory: My son and I made a quick (well, sort of) train trip from Seattle to Portland to attend the Portland Auto Show (he’s a big car fanatic). It was snowing. A lot. We got stuck. For a long time. Both ways. …and it could’ve sucked. I mean, some of it did definitely suck –… Read More 4 things that surprised me when I got stuck in a train station
I’ll admit it: I’m relatively high maintenance when it comes to my hair. I rarely get it cut (mayyyybe three times a year), but when I do, I spend quite a bit. You know, cut, color, highlights… $200 later and I’m walking out of a semi-posh salon with a semi-decent look. It’s all good. However,… Read More I survived a $17 haircut
