Most children don’t secretly aspire to become a hermit. Most.
Get gut-punched by all the feels.
Thismorningmyfirstbornchild,theOG ofBraunbabies,theheartofmyheart,pulledoutofthedrivewayanddrovetoschoolBY HIMSELF.
Two and a half miles. But it may as well have been a million. Or at least 500 because #80schild. In the seconds that it took for that little red Nissan Kicks to back down what felt like the shortest driveway everrrrr, 16 years of motherhood flashed before my eyes.
I learned early on in the mama game that #muthahood is fundamentally a series of letting go. And there are approximately zero things that I can control or hold on to as a mother. From sleepless babies to stubborn toddlers to “self-sufficient” kids to sullen teenagers, I am always shaping and shepherding and encouraging and influencing, but never truly in control. I am constantly letting go.
Being a mother demands an extraordinary amount of trust. Trust that what falls down will get back…
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Resign already, Trump.
***SPOILER: If you are behind on the current season of RuPaul's Drag Race... get current and prepare for a walk down Meme-ory Lane...
I feel like maybe they should put less signs about burros and more signs about vehicular width requirements.
A group of RV campers in their 60's chuckle at the cat on the leash and the crazy lesbians following her around taking pictures.
You know when you get to the end of a horror movie and find out it was the boyfriend all along? And looking back on various scenes, it totally makes sense that it was him, but the audience doesn't realize it until he's killed half the town? That was how it was with us and … Continue reading A Tail of Two Mice