I love to write. Scratch that, I love when I have written. But all this promotion boloney that comes with it? Ugh.
I just got back from chaperoning a trip to a basketball tournament. Four adults, twenty-two tweens. Emotions, hormones, and sweat glands were running high. Deodorant was running low. For many of these kids, it was the longest they'd been without their parents, their first foray into independence. Add to all of that nerves and the... Continue Reading →
Bed and Breakfast Belinda Judging by Belinda's Facebook posts, there's a never-ending stream of guests taking advantage of her posting in a place a bit more foreign. Visitors flit in and out of her photos as often as the sheets she's constantly washing. It's one tourist attraction after another, Belinda and a parade of guests... 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 →