Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
This is a story of Sydney Ireland: Scout. Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent. This is the story of Sydney Ireland, scout, who, for the past thirteen years has been working toward the highest recognition conferred in the Boy Scouts of America, the rank of Eagle Scout. Only... Continue Reading →
Admitting you're failing as a parent is never easy. Admitting it on social media means you're opening yourself up to unsolicited advice--some well-meaning, some not--judgement, and commentary. Despite that, I'm going to offer myself up as a sacrificial lamb. I'm going to lay myself bare on the altar of parental judgement because I know I'm... Continue Reading →
Unlike John Denver's musical ode to West Virginia, I am most decidedly not in almost heaven. More like almost hell. I know I'm not in hell because if I were in hell I would be experiencing the Inferno-esque thermo-nuclear changes my body is throwing at me while a man followed me around explaining to me I'm... Continue Reading →
I try to make sure I tell other parents when I see or hear about their children doing something nice, or polite, or funny. I have been known to seek out other parents to let them know their child stood up for another, or held a door, or any myriad of other things. Just the... Continue Reading →
Writer, Feminist, Expat
Writer, Blogger, Book Addict
What you need to know about roofing
a performative documentary project based on letters to the editor of Ms., 1972-1980
Books, Food & Fun
Seeking to read the pages of Earth's Book.
scribbler. shutterbug. succulent cactus.
Being proud to be a vintage housewife
