Shutting my Mouth

Once upon a time I wrote about my life on a blog. Or in snippets here there and everywhere scattered across social media land. I wrote about my happenings, my wonderings, my thoughts and feeling and opinions. I wrote about my fears and my failures and my faux pas. I wrote about my secrets andRead more

Your addiction is showing.

Two years ago I outed myself as obsessed with food and my body, and eventually named it as a relapse into the bulimia that had plagued me in my late teens and early twenties. My addiction to “healthy”/clean/Paleo eating was obvious to anyone who had cared to look for it from my frequent posts ofRead more

Idle Hands

The Bible say “idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” I don’t much subscribe to what can be found in the Bible these days. I haven’t for well over a decade. And yet, there’s something ringing somewhat true in that statement for me in this season of life. Idle hands. Well, they beg to be filledRead more

Miss Six

My little Lou Bear. I’ve written so little about you since your infanthood. You live the lot of the youngest child—no baby book, no professional photos, no long-winded blogs detailing your every milestone. You’ve survived your birth order (after all, you know nothing different) and somehow come to be six years old before us withRead more

To Write in the Age of Social Media.

I’ve blogged for the better part of sixteen years. Now is not the age of blogging. The age of blogging was somewhere circa 2007-2010, coincidentally right before–and as–Facebook descended upon the world. Nowadays people can’t read a post over 900 words. That is if you can even get them to click off their social crackRead more

I Present Myself.

I have often said I need to write to live. Thus, it baffles me when I go periods of time with my laptop shut down, in semi-conscious denial that my mind, heart, and soul inevitably follow. I don’t write for many reasons. Time. Energy or drive. Lack of content. Overwhelm of content. Appropriateness. Secrets. SecretsRead more