Kaiser Mommy

I think I will have to hashtag them. Two years ago I bought a pile of shorts from the Gap because they were tailored and they fit. They don’t fit any more so I gave them away. I’ve reached that curious point of weight where I haven’t felt terrible until the last two days. Now I actually FEEL terrible. As much from the fact that I feel so terrible I.. Read More

There is this girl. Super special to me. She is made of sunlight. And she is miserable. She’s not made to be miserable, she is made to shine, to glow, and to march to her own music. Her job sucks. It’s a short term suckage, so it won’t be forever, or even much longer in the big picture. I want to tell her to quit, because even though it isn’t.. Read More

Every summer we (I) spend time getting the Lego kits put back together in an attempt to find the very nice Pottery Barn Kids carpet in the Kids’ room. This is the first summer the Kaiser has been super on board so we are creating a Lego town. All the time with the Legos makes me think of all the things I have seen about Legos and people getting offended.. Read More

It’s never been a secret that the Kaiser has preferred his father since birth. This summer brought another round of Love Daddy, Disregard Mommy, that just about sent me to bed, to the bottle and off the deep end. It’s no wonder, really. He and Scout are peas and carrots, meanwhile I’m the mom who puts him on swim team like he wanted and then tells him to Get his.. Read More

(Names changed so google can’t hurt anyone. If you know the story, you’ll know the story, if you don’t, then you’ll only know my story … which is as it should be.) I grew up in a town called Craigville. My mom went to the college 45 minutes away and Martinburg. When I was 8 years old, a Craigville graduate was raped in a Martinburg parking lot. It was brutal,.. Read More

Since I was ten years old, I said I wanted to be a writer. In middle school I filled journals with things I had written. They didn’t fit into any category I knew of – now I know they were blog posts written in the days before the blog. I spent high school writing for Journalism and Yearbook. I spent time writing stories and not finishing them. I started blogging.. Read More

A couple of lifetimes ago, I rode in a limo with Shelly Kramer and and Brene’ Brown. I heard Brene’ speak, I had her sign my books. It has been years and I still remember that “at least” isn’t helpful and empathy and sympathy are not the same things. I came across this brilliant video of her talk this week. Watch it, it will help. Maybe this link.   http://www.fastcodesign.com/3023417/the-power-of-empathy-animated

A few of us got in a heated discussion that stemmed from this article 17 Lies We Need to Stop Teaching Girls About Sex. I say stemmed from, because the antagonist in this discussion/argument/soap box stroke out, may or may not have actually read the article prior to stating her opinions, however it did serve as the catalyst for this conversation. I’m going to put the snippets most relevant to.. Read More