It’s Been a Year…

It’s been over a year. It was Friday, March 6, 2020. I booked a babysitter and told Jeff we were going to happy hour. That was our last outing for months—everything shut down the following Monday.

When It Hits Close to Home

This one felt different. It was closer to home than ever before. This time, my children are old enough to see the news and ask questions.

In Offense of the Word “Tard”

If it’s not retarded, it might be “short bus” or even a word so seemingly benign as “special”. But make no mistake—there’s no love behind these words.

The Badassery When Women Unite

I had the opportunity to spend the weekend away from my family at the Big Mother House Retreat. A weekend away is a blessing and a curse.