some stuff: Robin Williams and depression

It’s been a pretty sad week, y’all. There is so much anger and hurt and sadness in the news. It’s a struggle to keep up, and sometimes I feel the need to shut a lot of it out. We don’t have cable or even live TV in our house, and getting news from Twitter and Facebook is overwhelming and sometimes not very reliable. I’m just feeling bowled over by it all, but then I push it aside to attend a birthday party or play LEGOs and it’s almost like nothing out of the ordinary is happening at all. I like those moments, but ignoring breaking monumental news doesn’t make it go away.

I’ve never experienced true depression. Usually if I do, it’s due to stress or overwhelm. But even in those small moments it’s hard to reach out, hard to convince myself that I’m not interrupting someone’s busy day or that anyone would want to be bothered with my little issue. When the stressor is lifted, so is the sadness. I am fortunate.

I read some pretty incredible things the past few days regarding Robin Williams and depression. I decided to collect a few of the ones that I felt most moved by here, but honestly, there is SO MUCH. My poor brain was feeling over saturated and I just had to draw the line somewhere. But if you have a story to share that you feel would help others connect or understand, it’s important that you do so. Your story is valid, and no one can tell it like you can.

If you have read or written a post that you would like to share, please leave the link in the comments. I’d love to read it, and I’m sure others would too.


Robin Williams and why funny people kill themselves - “The medium has nothing to do with it — comedy, of any sort, is usually a byproduct of a tumor that grows on the human soul.”

When Norm MacDonald met Robin Williams

Robin Williams: Where comedy and tragedy intersect - From Leslie Marinelli of In the Powder Room. “For someone as universally adored as Robin Williams to commit suicide, it is more clear to me than ever that depression is an equal-opportunity illness, and addiction is its evil sidekick, lurking in the shadows.”

There’s nothing selfish about suicide - From Katie Hurley on the Huffington Post. “People who say that suicide is selfish always reference the survivors. It’s selfish to leave children, spouses and other family members behind, so they say…Until you’ve stared down that level of depression, until you’ve lost your soul to a sea of emptiness and darkness… you don’t get to make those judgments. You might not understand it, and you are certainly entitled to your own feelings, but making those judgments and spreading that kind of negativity won’t help the next person. In fact, it will only hurt others.”

Suicide and choice: An open letter to Matt Walsh - From Reverend Jean-Daniel Williams. “If I commit suicide, perhaps, as you claim, it will be ‘’my’’ choice. But I doubt it. I have spent more than half my life listening to my own body betray me, my own mind telling me that it would be better to die. And while my external life circumstances have varied how tempting those whispers are, nothing has ever gone so well that they have stopped. No saving relationship with my Lord Jesus Christ. No compassionate bride holding my hands at the altar. No giggling twins in my arms. Nothing has made depression go away.”

Adventures in Depression and Depression: Part Two - From Hyperbole and a Half (must reads)

Why I am furious with Robin Williams - “I’m furious that his death has made me wonder if there may come a day when I’m not strong enough to fight. I’m terrified and enraged that his taking his own life has made me question myself.”

Robin Williams, Matt Walsh, Joy, and Silence – From Heather of the Extraordinary Ordinary (and my former LTYM director whom I will really miss getting pancakes with this coming show season) “In reality, we don’t get to make our own conclusions about Robin Williams and his inner turmoil. In the same way, we don’t know why people like Matt Walsh feel inclined to use their platforms the way they do, believing they are doing some kind of good. We can’t name exactly what is broken in either of these lives. But just like you and me, both of these men are a mysterious joy and pain in one body, one soul. Matt Walsh says that the depressed person simply needs joy. I wonder if he knows that we each already have joy, and that so often, the pain of living, or the pain of illness or loss, suffocates that joy like a cobra around its neck.”

Depression Lies – From Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess. The video is worth each and every of its 10 minutes.

Robin Williams’ divine madness will no longer disrupt the sadness of the world – If you’ve never read an essay by Russell Brand – yes, THAT Russell Brand, then you are missing out. Brand is a phenomenal writer. “When someone gets to 63 I imagined, hoped, I suppose, that maturity would grant an immunity to adolescent notions of suicide but today I read that suicide isn’t exclusively a young man’s game. Robin Williams at 63 still hadn’t come to terms with being Robin Williams.”


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old school blogging: a summer recap

School starts in less than two weeks, and I haz the sadz. I’ve loved having the girls home this summer. Even though they have nearly driven me to the looney bin.

You know I love a good recap, and this one from Elaine as a part of her Old School Blogging is perfect for the blogger who wants to live in the past and doesn’t really want to have to think too hard because it’s Wednesday and you expended all of your mental energy at a really loud, really stimulating mall bouncy establishment.


What was your favorite thing you did alone this summer?

Alone? Like with no one around me, talking, grabbing, touching, asking for snacks? I didn’t do anything alone. Maybe take a shower? 

Scratch that. I did travel to San Jose for BlogHer ’14. I love flying. Snagged an aisle seat on a full flight next to a couple that didn’t feel the need to chat until the very end of the flight, they discovered that our plane was not, in fact, landing in Vegas like they thought. Nothing like panicking that you’ve gotten on the wrong flight because your boarding pass didn’t mention a stop!

What was your favorite thing you did as a family this summer?

Went to San Jose for BlogHer. My family wasn’t actually with me, but I’m sure they had fun while I was away.

Okay, fine. We traveled up to Dallas to spend some time with my sister and niece at the Great Wolf Lodge in early June, and then in late June we went to San Antonio so I could attend the AdventureCon conference at SeaWorld, where we also got to do some fun behind-the-scenes stuff as a family. The best part of all of this was that Rachel and Claire are at the height where they can ride a lot of rides. The not-so-great part is that they’re not tall enough to ride alone, meaning we have to take turns taking them one at a time, because someone always has to hang with Zoe, who isn’t tall enough to ride anything yet. 

What books did you read this summer?

Am I supposed to remember when I read books? I have no idea. I just finished The Husband’s Secret (it was okay). Before that it was Naked by David Sedaris (it was David Sedaris). Before that it was The Middle Place by Kelly Corrigan (also okay). Right now I’m reading Life After Life by Kate Atkinson. It makes me sleepy.

I feel like I need a REALLY good book to read. Always taking recommendations. (To get a load of everything I’ve read in 2014, check out my Reading page.)

What do you WISH you had done this summer?

When they go back to school on the 26th, I will say I wish we had gotten out more. I wish we had gone to the pool more, more splash pads, more adventures, more museums, done more crafts. But in the moment, I struggle with those things. Taking three kids anywhere is…. a special experience. And it’s too effing hot anyway.

What movies did you see this summer (if any)?

Well. Brace yourself. We saw How to Train Your Dragon 2 (loved it, but a tad sad, no?),

Every summer I say we’re going to go see a free movie every week at the Alamo Drafthouse Kids Camp. We’ve been twice: Mary Poppins and Kung Fu Panda. Free movies and bottomless popcorn FTW! *jazz hands*

Where did you travel this summer?

San Jose for BlogHer, where I could NOT stop talking about the heavenly weather, and people who don’t usually spend their summers in a blast furnace thought I was crazy.

Dallas and San Antonio, you know, to keep it exotic and make the neighbors jealous.

What was your favorite treat (as in dessert) this summer?

My favorite treat is always ice cream: Amy’s Mexican Vanilla or gelato from Teo specifically. And now you’ve gone and reminded that I haven’t eaten nearly enough ice cream this summer. I shall be fixing that this weekend.

What did you celebrate this summer?

My niece’s birthday. Several friends’ birthdays. The fact that my kids can unbuckle themselves from their booster seats and exit the car without my help. 

Did you grow anything this summer?

I assume you’re talking about plants, which means you don’t know me at all. 

So let’s stick with hair. I grew a lot of hair this summer. In lots of places.

What is a favorite post (if you blog) that you wrote this Summer?

At first thought, I didn’t remember writing much that I loved. But I did! Having a terrible short term memory means you are often graced with pleasant surprises like this. 

In Apologies I talk about how I grew up not really knowing how to say I’m sorry, but I’m trying to rectify that with my own kids. And I was honored to have it published on HuffPo Parents.

On the lighter side, I wrote about things that happen when camping with kids. I love camping, but I’m just saying, if your kids head off into the woods, make sure they take some toilet paper.

Finally, on a more serious note, I wrote about recently getting my feelings hurt on the internet (I know, wah wah…).

What is a favorite photograph that you took this summer?

I can only pick one?


Are you sure?



I mean…..





What do you want to do next summer?

My goal next summer is to GET MY CHILDREN TO PASS THE SWIM TEST. Hallelujah, amen, raise the roof.

Next summer we really want to visit the beach. We had to scrap plans to visit our North Carolina family this year because SOMEONE took two trips (to Dayton, OH and to San Jose) this year. But next year I’d not only like to go see them, but I kinda feel like I want to make it an epic road trip. I might be crazy. But I saw so many road trips via Facebook this summer, it made me really want to try it.

If you were one of those people and you are screaming DON’T DO IT! at your computer screen right now, then please let me know. Preferably before next summer.



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I thought we had a little more time

Last year before kindergarten, I hemmed and hawed over whether or not to order the girls expensive, quality backpacks, complete with coordinating lunch boxes, or to let them pick out cheap character ones from Target.

This damn decision ate me so alive, you’d think I’d been tasked with deciding which college they would be attending. I just could not figure out what the best thing to do was. On one hand, I knew they would love the cheap, Ninja Turtle backpacks they had seen. On the other, seasoned school mom friends raved about how long their sturdy L.L Bean backpacks had lasted, and how they were truly the superior choice. Seriosuly, making decisions is HARD for the indecisive.

But if you’ve ever seen a 5-year-old’s face light up when they see the absolute most perfect Ninja Turtle backpack ever, complete with “turtle shell” pocket, then you know what the right choice is. School was new and exciting, and a little bit scary, so it was important to me that they have something that was familiar, something that they loved. And holy crap, did they love those crappy backpacks.


Last year’s 1st day of school photo. THEY LOOK SO WITTLE!

In the bigger picture, this was just kindergarten, and the backpacks were only like $11. If they broke or tore halfway through the year, it wouldn’t break us to get a replacement.

And they did indeed break.


Oh, like you’ve never jerry-rigged a backpack with safety pins because it’s May 7th and there are only 3 weeks of school left.

I could go and order more expensive backpacks that don’t assault my eyes with characters. But this small decision that they get to make reminds me that even though I’m hyperventilating a little bit about them getting older, they’re still little kids.

Rachel – sweet, dependable Rachel – stuck with her old familiar favorite, the Ninja Turtles. It’s new and stiff and full of possibilities, complete with a tiny pocket fit for all of the random items she loves to stow away, like rocks and dirty plastic spoons that she finds on the cafeteria floor.

Claire grabbed the first backpack she saw – Monster High. And I’m not going to lie. I wasn’t thrilled. I wanted to ask, “Are you sure? What about this one?” eagerly holding up a blindingly obnoxious cartoon character.

It’s not that I really have anything against the brand, you know, aside from the short skirts and “come hither” bedroom eyes on gigantic heads. Claire got a Monster High doll for her birthday, and she loved if at first sight. It’s just…I just thought we had a little more time. A little more time for the little kid stuff, for Hello Kitty and Minnie Mouse, for sweet and innocent. But nope. Monster High all the way. And I need a matching lunch box too, Mom.

And she really loves it.

Some things change; some things stay the same. We’re ready for you, first grade. Come hither bedroom eyes and all. On the backpack. Not my kids.

 And someone please inform this sweet girl that her preschool doesn’t use backpacks. I can’t bear to break it to her.




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the countdown

I counted the days until school. 19 days. NINETEEN DAYS.

August 26 sounds like an eternity from now, but it’s only NINETEEN DAYS. By the time you’re reading this it could very well be 18, 17, or even 16, so really the earlier you read this, the less traumatizing it is for me.

I have been struggling this summer. We haven’t gotten out of the house as much as I would have liked. I’m less inclined to take them to the YMCA since I can’t really work out. We’ve been swimming several times and splash padding a few, but not as many as I would have thought. We haven’t really been on as many adventures as I originally thought we would.

Y’all, this was my living room the other day. I just can’t. The stool and the laundry basket and the empty diaper boxes are all part of an elaborate train system. Obvs. The rest I can’t exactly vouch for.


And then I did THE COUNTDOWN, and hyperventilated a little, because nineteen days is less than three weeks. That means the next several days will be filled with school shopping, backpacks, supplies that I forgot to order at the end of last school year in the handy package that would be delivered right to their classroom like back-to-school magic.

And then I panicked that we haven’t packed enough SUMMER into our summer, and we need to go to the park and to more splash pads and to the museum. Or maybe we just need to get our money’s worth out of our Y membership and camp out at the pool every day with a picnic and a bucket of sunblock.

And then I heaved a little because FIRST GRADE! My babies will be in a number grade! No more kindergarten. Will first grade have a Teddy Bear Picnic and Polar Express Pajama Day? I surely hope so, because otherwise I’ll be feeling like it’s like the end of their childhood or something.

And then I saw a man pushing a double stroller with teeny tiny infants in it and I got all choked up and almost fell off the treadmill at the Y, because I will never have babies again. I will never watch little toddlers topple over as they’re just learning to walk, or chubby little 2-year-olds laughing and shouting “WAIN!” while signing “rain” with their hands. I will never experience words like “blowies” and “ladypop.” They’re only going to get taller and older and sassier.

And now I just want to go watch them sleep and stroke their hair and whisper creepily, “Stay leeeeeetle, mah preshuses.”

So I vow to make the most of these nineteen days (eighteen, seventeen, sixteen…). We will fun all over this town like it’s a verb and explore and get ice cream and raise the roof and etc.

And then as I drove to my physical therapy appointment the other day, I smelled a terrible, burning chemically smell that I chalked up to nearby roadwork. And then I noticed the air blowing on me wasn’t cool anymore, and there wasn’t actually any roadwork. And I texted my husband, “I think I just broke the car.”

So summer, you are officially on hold until I get my car back, and maybe you can be free, since I now have to drop $1000 on a new AC and whatever else the mechanic man said needed to be done.

Which is why my children are currently playing in the sprinkler. And the inevitable mud that ensues from the sprinkler being on in my patchy yard. And I’m pretending they won’t have mud caked in crevices in which mud should never be caked.


Why are they so growwwwwwwnnnnn?

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this online life

So, I got my feelings hurt a few weeks ago over social media. It was stupid and insignificant in the big picture of life, really. I can hear everyone now – in Christian’s voice – telling me not to let it bother me, that I need to grow thicker skin if I’m going to “be a sharer.” I know that’s true. My humor and snark mask a great deal of vulnerability. But right here, right now, my skin is pretty worn down and easy to pierce.

The TL;DR version is that I – via a joke – accidentally started a political conversation on Facebook, which resulted in me getting unfriended – which isn’t where my feelings got hurt. But my initial reaction was just one of bewilderment. Like really? Someone poses an opinion that’s different from yours and you immediately reach for the unfriend button? That’s some pretty fickle shit right there.

There’s more to this story, but what concerns me is this knee-jerk reaction that we have all come so quickly to have over social media. Someone does something we don’t like and we are OUTRAGED! Someone expresses an opinion different from ours, and suddenly they are uneducated, illogical, tree-hugging, Bible-beating, women-hating, slut-shaming, liberal hippie, conservative tightwad whatever you want to call them. It’s a never-ending cycle of moral outrage. People say things that they would likely not say to another’s face. I’ve never been so paranoid and unsure of even my closest friendships than I was during the 2012 presidential election. Not because I loved them less, but because of the things that they would say on social media that were clearly out of their in-person character.

I know that not everyone is going to gel with me, but I care what people think about me. And that’s what the unfriending really boiled down to – this person didn’t like me or my writing, and she let me know it, in her own knee-jerk reaction way. She took this opportunity to take a dig not only at my political opinions – which I never technically stated – but to take a personal dig at me, my blog, and my parenting. And for what? For the satisfaction of having the last word behind a computer screen?

I wished her well, but my knee-jerk reaction was to bring everything I’ve ever done or said into question, to scrutinize interactions, status updates, blog posts, comments because why would someone say something deliberately nasty? I’m nice! I let people know what they are having a great hair day! Sure, I’m kind of a dingbat, but I give people the benefit of the doubt, even when they have different opinions than me! And I give good hugs!

The veil of the online world is powerful, and we find ourselves saying things we would often not utter to someone’s face – at least I hope. We talk to our screens, not the people behind them. Is what you’re saying going to be constructive to the conversation? Or are you using it as an opportunity to hurt someone? Make yourself feel better for having a different opinion? Tear others down so you can feel lifted up?

There are many, many people out there who can let rudeness or unkindness roll of their back. I am not one of those people. I don’t write on controversial issues, and I don’t express many opinions on Facebook, aside from the weather (too hot! Too cold!) or the atrocity that is Smurfs 2. Not that I don’t have them, opinions, not Smurfs. I just shouldn’t have to take being torn apart by someone who thinks that their opinions matter more than mine. I’ve learned that I’d rather share those discussions with people who aren’t going to blow their top and say things that are hurtful because they’re able to say them from behind a computer screen 200 miles away.

A good friend was once wise enough to tell me that I’m not going to be everyone’s cup of tea. And that’s fine. But you don’t have to spit in the tea. That’s just gross.


Edited to add: Laura Tremaine of Hollywood Housewife posted a fantastic essay a few weeks ago that’s worth a read. Check out Facebook posts are the new bumper stickers.

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the julyest july






When I first glanced at my photos for July, it looked like we did absolutely nothing. Sat around the house, barely clothed, mostly. Because, well, that’s pretty much what we did. There are moms who plan their summer vacation to the minute…and then there’s me, who rarely plans anything even a day in advance.



This kind of deserved a post of its own, but I never got around to it. Zoe wandered into the living room one day carrying a pair of scissors and sporting some fabulous side-swept bangs. “Did you cut your hair?”   “Yeeeeaahhhh……” Apparently she’s trying to make this an annual thing. But seriously. Fabulous.


Except the next day it looked like this.




So….we went to 7-11 on 7/11 to get free Slurpees. Rachel dropped hers (of course she did), but the 7-11 dude swooped in and cleaned it up like magic. Then Claire sat down at home and drew out the whole scenario. CHECK OUT THE SPLAT AND THE TEARS. Budding artist up in here! Adding it to her portfolio.


We don’t let no road trip cramp our snuggle style.


Step 1: Open new (used) David Sedaris book. Step 2: Notice suspicious scrawlings on title page. Step 3: Google “David Sedaris’s autograph.” Step 4: OMG. Step 5: Continue through life as Debbie and/or Keith.


Quick Dallas trip for my grandmother’s funeral. Grandpa got some much needed kisses and snuggles.


Kids are fun, amirate?


BlogHer ’14 with my girls Kristin, Elaine, and Angela. I want to go back!


I love seeing Jenny Lawson (The Bloggess) speak. She’s funny and charming and SO REAL.


Rachel and Claire almost never dance. Unless inside in a cage placed high above a crowd. Wait….


But honestly, most of our July looked like this: Sittin at home, smearing Greek yogurt on our faces, beating on a table with a wooden spoon. Like you do.


Bonus! I saw this car at the YMCA one afternoon. It says “Last day of chemo. I’m a survivor!” Go on with your bad self, girl. Or boy.






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sick stories, AKA let’s make sure kids #GoBackHealthy

This is a sponsored post by CVS’s MinuteClinic as a part of their #GoBackHealthy Back to School Health & Safety Campaign. 


I can probably count the number of times my kids have been very sick on two hands, which isn’t bad, considering there are three of them. From the time they were babies, they just haven’t gotten sick very often, save the occasional random fever. We never experienced an ear infection until Zoe was maybe 9 months, and Rachel just had her first this past year.

I try not to sweat it when something comes up. I’ve been sure someone had some terrible disease, only to find out it was a virus. I’ve been sure an illness would ride itself out, only to find out someone has the flu. Then there was that time that we were at the park when we got the call that Claire’s chest X-rays showed signs of pneumonia. Oops!

But all in all, we’ve been lucky that my girls have been so healthy, especially considering their prematurity. They get this from me. My entire family can be suffering from the plague, and I’ll be the last one standing. It’s not for lack of trying. They sneeze and cough on me like it’s their job, and I say, “Please don’t sneeze on me! Gross!” But what I’m really thinking is Please, give me just enough germs to take me down for a day. That’s all I want. One day to lay in bed and sleep all day. And have someone make me breakfast in bed.

Ask me how many times I’ve gotten breakfast in bed when I’m sick.

When Rachel and Claire started kindergarten full time, I feared our healthy streak would come to an end. They’d catch everything that floated around that school, and worse – they’d bring it home.

And they did, but luckily it was usually nothing more than another random fever that lasted a couple of days. You know, the ones that pop up on a Friday evening and lasts through Sunday, just long enough to keep them from going to school on Monday? Those are my favorite. Poor Rachel missed a field trip to the pumpkin patch in the fall thanks to one of those fevers.

Rachel did get very sick over the winter break this past year. When we made it to the doctor, she tested positive for flu (as in the test that usually takes a few minutes ended up coming back positive stronger than the control), had a raging ear infection, and based on the spots on her throat, also got treated for strep.  Balls to the walls, that one.


With school starting in less than a month (PANIC!), it’s time for parents to start thinking about getting kids and their immune systems ready for all the ailments that await them. Luckily CVS’s Minute Clinic has lots of ways for parents to ensure their kids are healthy and ready to take on the school year.

  • Are you caught up on vaccinations? MinuteClinic offers a variety of back-to-school vaccinations so that your kids don’t miss their first day. It is important to know your state’s requirements for vaccinations such as meningitis and pertussis. (Find out which vaccinations are required in your area here.)
  • MinuteClinic also offer pre-participation sports physicals for just $39 (that’s $20 off!). Even if it’s not required, it’s important to make sure your little ones are healthy & safe to participate.
  • Big kids need physicals too. Kids leaving home for college? Make sure they start off on the right foot with our college physicals.


Finally, MinuteClinic is also offering a FREE $22 coupon book when you visit. (No purchase necessary. Available while supplies last through 12/1/14.)



Are your kids ready to #GoBackHealthy? Because we haven’t waited so impatiently for the start of school just so they can spend the first day sick on the couch.



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post BlogHer ’14 thoughts and ramblings


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Sluiter Nation, G*Funk*ified, Letters for Lucas, The Miss Elaineous Life, Jennifer P. Williams, A Lady in France, me, Facing 40.

First up, I can’t believe I waited this long to attend BlogHer. Since I started blogging more publicly in late 2010 (I’ve been blogging since 2008), I’ve seen 3 BlogHers go by. At first I would say things like, “Too expensive,” and “I don’t belong there,” and “Who cares?” But as the conference rolled around, I certainly did care. And when I saw pictures of all my friends at BlogHer ’13, I was insanely jealous and bought my ticket for the next conference the minute they went on sale.

It’s hard for me to process my thoughts, because this was part conference, part vacation. I attended keynotes with amazing speakers like Arianna Huffington, Kerry Washington, Tig Notaro, and Jenny Lawson. I sat in sessions on publishing and parent-blogging. I love talking about blogging in all forms and fashions, and I had the opportunity to do that endlessly.

And every time I stepped outside, I practically shouted, “OMG, y’all, the WEATHER here!” Seriously. Amazing. Cool breezes. No humidity. I want to live in San Jose. Except the California air was not kind to my curls, so I went around looking like I was in serious need of a curl intervention.

I’ve been struggling here lately. In a session on parent-blogging, my friend Tonya said, “How could anyone ever stop writing about their kids?” And I admitted that at 6, 6, and 4, I don’t really write about my kids as much. Maybe there’s not as much new stuff going on. Or maybe I’ve just been ignoring my writing filter. Or maybe I’m so used to writing about my kids, I just can’t figure out what to write if I’m not. Because stuff is ALWAYS going on. And I need to turn my inner voice back on that wants to write about it and squash the one that says “Are you sure anyone would care about that?” Because I didn’t start this blog for anyone. I started it for me.

I felt like I belonged, which is hokey and silly, but whatever. It’s encouraging to hear that personal blogging still has a place in the internet, in the midst of so much “A monkey stole this mom’s minivan. What happens next will bow your mind!”

Best of all, BlogHer connected me with my people. It’s hard to justify the costs of a blogging conference sometimes, but I don’t feel like a single penny or airline point was wasted. Along with conference talk, I got to hang out in the pool, watch karaoke, and share a few cocktails with my blogging buddies and meet so many people that I’ve known online for years.

I stepped out of a session so I could give moral support to my roommate before she went on stage for Voices of the Year.

I gave up the chance to attend the LTYM Open Mic because I found myself in an impromptu conversation with a blogger I really loved, and I knew I wouldn’t get the chance again.

And I got to dance to music DJ’d by Rev Run of Run DMC, so you know. Your average, everyday mom experience.

And as we got up at 4 am on Thursday for my flight out, my husband kept repeating the mantra:

“The flight was $5. The flight was $5. The flight was $5.”



Did you attend BlogHer ’14? What did you think?

Also, thanks so much to the BlogHer team who worked so hard to not only put the conference together, but also to keep us all on the up and up via the Facebook group. So good to meet Melisa in person and see Momo again. I can’t wait to do this next year.

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Guy Kawasaki interviewing Arianna Huffington.

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The beautiful and sweet Jennie from A Lady in France.




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things that happen when camping with kids

Let’s just start here: You will get approximately 1.7 hours of sleep per night.

Despite the fact that the floor of your tent is lined with a nice, foam camping mat, you will spend your evening in the 12 inch wide section that is NOT covered.  On a bed of rocks and sticks, on an incline, sucking face with the nylon wall of the tent, while the rest of your family sleeps soundly and comfortably on the foam mat.

There will be breakfast tacos, burgers, hot dogs, fajitas, sandwiches, queso, and fruit. The kids will feast on chips and Nutella sandwiches and juice boxes.

Your kids will enjoy an unprecedented amount of time outside.

And when they get bored you can encourage them to “explore!” and “go find some sticks!” and “dig in that dirt pile!” It’s like nature’s scavenger hunt.

You will make the trek to the bathroom approximately 84 times, or every 5 minutes.

Because your kids are careful NEVER to have to go at the same time.

You’ll teach them to pee in the lake.

You’ll teach them to pee in the woods.

Your daughter will refuse to poo in the public potty.

But she has no problem dropping trou a mere ten feet from your neighbor’s enormous camper, where you’ll find her pants around ankles and her business at her feet, calling for someone to wipe her rear.

So then you’ll have “the talk” about certain business which should be done in privacy, not where someone can have a clear view when they look up from their air conditioned game of Spades.

“Stay away from the fire.”

“You’re too close to the fire.”

“Don’t wave around the sticks that you just lit on fire.”

You will end up with burn holes in your camping chairs.

And probably your favorite t-shirt.

You’ll let your kids stay up later than usual because camping! S’mores! Beer! (For you, I mean.)

They will repay you by rising with the sun.

The sun which will rise earlier than it ever has in the history of the world.

And of course you have a clear view because a) you are already awake thanks to the cozy rock/stick bed, and b) tents don’t exactly come with blackout curtains.

And they’ll start whispering sweet nothings into your ear, like “WHERE IS EVERYONE?” and “CAN WE MAKE CINNAMON ROLLS?” and “I HAVE TO GO POTTY.”

You will start to shush them, but quickly give up, because fuck it, you’re camping. Welcome to Mother Nature, bitches.

Where are everyone’s shoes?


Between 4 families, You have 2 electric skillets, 1 crock pot, 1 griddle, 13 spatulas, 8 rolls of toilet paper, 72 juice boxes, and NO COFFEE MAKER.

But you find a Diet Pepsi to mainline for the time being.

So you’ll pull up a camping chair, take a hit of your caffeine laced aspartame, watch your kids enjoy some good, old fashioned dirt digging, and relax.

Until someone has to go to the potty.


Never go camping without your Ninja Turtles

Never go camping without your Ninja Turtles

...or your friendly neighborhood pyro.

…or your friendly neighborhood pyro.


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some stuff

I'm Going to BlogHer '14!
I’ll be at Blogher next week! Will you? Just a warning, I’m a hugger.


some stuff

Read this because I said so.

The 2014 Listen to Your Mother videos are here! Or go straight to the Austin playlist.

I find this story completely fascinating: From the Washington Post, This is what happened when I drove my Mercedes to pick up food stamps. “The reality of poverty can spring quickly while the psychological effects take longer to surface. When you lose a job, your first thought isn’t, “Oh my God, I’m poor. I’d better sell all my nice stuff!” It’s “I need another job. Now.” When you’re scrambling, you hang on to the things that work, that bring you some comfort. That Mercedes was the one reliable, trustworthy thing in our lives.”

My friend Sarah hit the nail on the head with this beautiful post about choosing to show the happy. Why I will continue sharing happy pictures of my family on Facebook.  “Go ahead and post an after baby’s bath cute photo or that sweet family bathroom selfie because those moments made you feel so good.”

I love this so hard.


me, elsewhere

Super excited that my piece on apologies was published on Huff Post Parents. I’d love it if you stopped by.

I’m helping Run or Dye promote their event in Austin coming up August 30. You can enter to win 2 admission codes OR you can sign up here and get $10 using the code BLOGAUSTIN.

Stop using that spray on sunscreen

Hilarious moms around the web – featuring some of my favorite funny ladies

Must-watch documentaries – because I am a true documentary nerd




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