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The Mid and Me!

It is my great pleasure to finally get to share the essay I wrote about my mom for Listen To Your Mother, Austin. You can read it in its entirety on The Mid. Somehow I missed the original posting (and that should tell you how crazy my life has been lately) but better late than never, right? Such a great honor to have the essay posted on a site I like so well!

Please go give The Mid and my mother some love…

My mother was an athlete. She played baseball so well that she was scouted by a major l...

Like a Really Old Virgin

My introduction to Madonna was hearing Jennifer W signing Like A Virgin in P.E. class in 7th grade. Dawn S giggled at her and said, “Aw! You don’t even know what a virgin is!” I knew what a virgin was because I had read Forever, by Judy Blume. I was scandalized! And intrigued.

I was back to be scandalized pretty quickly after realizing Madonna was wearing her underwear on top of her clothes. I liked Cyndi Lauper better anyway, and everyone knew you had to pick one, or the other. It was like W...

The Why Behind the Howl

I’ve done a lot of talking and typing lately that I don’t normally do. I’ve gotten into internet scraps and blown pretty hard at some people over issues that mean a lot to me.

When it comes to making decisions, I have two filters. I have my James 3:17 filter and I have my Thor filter. The Thor filter was born the day my son was, and I looked at him and thought, “I am going to do my best to make this world a better place for you, starting with me.”

My ultimate litmus test is this: If this were...

Two Wins, Four Losses and Counting

I just put a lot of time and effort into writing what (I thought) was a funny post about the best places to flee to if you are upset over Obamacare and Marriage Equality. Then, I had to step away from the computer to run an errand, and on my way back I thought, “That isn’t helpful.” Maybe this isn’t helpful either, but at least it isn’t mockery.

My heart is too heavy to fight, or make fun right now. As excited as I was to see the SCOTUS thumbs-up to healthcare and marriage equality, I haven’t...

Math is Important

equality [ih-kwol-i-tee] noun, plural equalities. 1.the state or quality of beingequal; correspondence in quantity, degree,value, rank, or ability: promoting equality of opportunity in the workplace. 2.uniform character, as of motion or surface. 3.Mathematics. a statement that two quantities are equal; equation. If I have six apples, and (historically) Johnny has no apples, this is an unequal value. (This is how we’ve been living.) If someone takes my six apples and gives the...

Doggone it! People Like You.

Earlier this year, I learned about ASMR videos on YouTube, and they have become my guilty pleasure. Guilty because I feel like the time Chandler Bing was listening to tapes to stop smoking, and became a strong, confident woman. Pleasure because those things knock me out into a good night’s sleep better than anything other than that coedine cough syrup I wanted to develop a lasting relationship with a few winters ago.

My favorite ASMR content creators are Heather Feather, ASMR Massage/Dimitri,...

Rolling Back the Years

You see a lot of fashion at the roller skating rink.

Last night, some college-age kids were there in their best approximations of 80s gear. One girl had on shimmer-fabric, neon pink leggings under a pair of multi-colored neon shorts, with a neon green tank top, and a hot pink headband. It was very 80s-Barbie, and also awesome.

Another girl skated around in a snow cap, with this amazing anime-purple hair spiking out from under it. My kid was in gray cargo pants, and a “Creepers Gonna Creep” t-...

Carnival of Joy

Being a kid is hard work.

When Thor was tiny, and losing his little mind because I had picked the wrong color spoon, or had cut his banana into seven, rather than five pieces (or had cut it at all), or because the wind had blown, I tried to keep that in mind. I tried to keep in mind that he was still developing, and that if you had taken me, stripped me of my motor skills and ability to communicate effectively, rendered me helpless, unable to feed myself at whim, or even manage my own enterta...

Is It the End of Innocence?

“It was definitely a more innocent time.”

That’s what I said to someone when we were talking about cellphone technology today, and how my teen years were spent yelling, “I’ll call you when I get home!” Then, actually calling my best friend and sitting on the phone for hours saying absolutely nothing of value.

But, I’m not sure it was a more innocent time. It was the 80s–not exactly a decade remembered for its reticence. I’m not sure there is such thing as a less innocent time when you’re talk...

Just Do It! Naked?

I was getting ready to start a new yoga class and decided to upgrade my wardrobe with a new top. Off I went to the store and started shopping. Do I even have to build up to where this goes?

It’s not really a problem for me to find workout clothes. Since I’m a 14-16, I can usually wear an XL in most brands. I can usually find something. But, as I shopped today, I started wondering about the 18-20 set, and above. What are their options? When there are racks full of XXS, XS, S, and M, with a hal...