Yesterday was my last day employed by the bourbon distillery where my father worked 17 years. I made it 31 months. It wasn’t that I didn’t inherit his stamina and work ethic. My co-workers were interesting, good people, with laid back, comedic and gossipy personalities one grows up around in a small town. Time tick…
I struggle with writing about adoption and motherhood all the time. That might seem like a funny thing to say, considering the words “adoption” and “motherhood” appear in the tag line of my blog. But, it’s complicated. I write for a variety of reasons: to clear my head, to document life, to earn money, and…
I was sitting at my computer working when I saw eight words flash across my screen. Ads are everywhere and the stalker-ish Internet always knows what kind of stuff we like to buy, right? All bad things must come to an end. It was an ad for the farewell Mötley Crüe tour stopping in my…
If grades were given out in this thing called motherhood, last week would probably have fallen somewhere between a D+ and a C-, depending on the generosity of the teacher. I don’t aim for perfection in parenting. I’m mostly shooting for above-average. Most of the time, I think I succeed. But not last week. I…
I blew off Chinese New Year last year. It was the year of the something-I-could-look-up-on-the-Internet-but-really-I-have-no-idea. And I have to tell you…I am a little ashamed about this. When my husband and I decided to adopt from China in 2011, we decided we’d take some small steps to keep some of the boys’ heritage alive. Most…
When my husband and I first considered China adoption we were told we’d wait roughly six years for a child. It seemed our journey was over before it started, but our adoption agency suggested the special needs program (shorter wait). I had two things to say about that: Hell and no. I was intimidated by “special…
I’m sure you’ve seen lots of “we’re on the meal planning bandwagon” stuff on social media. When I first saw all of these Pinteresty charts, graphs, checklists and binders to aid families in doing something as simple as deciding what to have for dinner, I kind of rolled my eyes because how hard is it…
I hate my muffin top. Don’t give me some sappy line about the top being the best part of the muffin. I hate that little roll that reminds me that I’m probably being stubborn and I might need to go a size up in my jeans…that little extra piece of flesh that is evidence that…
One of my sharpest memories of motherhood and adoption was the day I realized we were “those people.” I have so many memories of being a mom. I kind of want to call them momaries but that sounds like mammaries and this isn’t a post about boobs. And why do we always have to feel…
This post was sponsored by Collective Bias and it’s advertiser. All opinions are my own. I wrote this post as we were preparing to ring in the Year of the Monkey but I’m re-sharing it again in celebration of the upcoming lunar new year. Because dumplings are awesome. Are you ready for the Year of…
