Thanksgiving Convo Fail

Let's just say that, after our Thanksgiving convo mishap this morning, I am VERY thankful that successful parenting doesn't hinge on ONE conversation. Especially if it takes place in carline before I've had enough coffee.

Coming Soon…

Something new is about to happen at Rocket Fuel, y'all. Wait, what's Rocket Fuel?!? It's the place where I write about parenting and recovery and running and coffee. I cuss a lot. I ponder the big questions in life. I talk about my marriage. My spirituality. How my adulthood is shaping up--for better or worse.

Book Nerd (to the 43rd power)

The pieces of me--my love for writing and running, my need to sing off key at every song on the radio, my penchant for remembering lines to movies and bits of songs I haven't heard in years--make me who I am. I honor myself by making time to do things I love, so that my daughter sees the woman who shapes her world as a whole person.

Good Enough

I am a master at self-sabatoge. I'm a hard worker. But I like to work right up to where I want to be, then decide I just can't do it. That I don't deserve it. That I can't handle it. And then, I just .... stop.

I Wish I’d Known…

I wish I'd known, from the time I was a little girl, that my worth was not defined by my relationship to boys--not whether I liked a boy, was desired by a boy, or whether or not a boy had ever stuck his dick in me.

Higher… higher…

Jane & I went rock climbing a while back. She's been obsessed since then. When I say obsessed, I mean more conceptually than practically--it took me months to get her back in the rock climbing gym after that first time. But surely not for lack of her asking. And asking. And asking. Here's the thing... Continue Reading →

What Did I Do Over the Memorial Day Weekend? Told My Anxiety to Suck It.

7 years ago, I couldn't even manage to go out and get COFFEE with my friend who visited this weekend. I mean, it's true that she's kind of infinitely cool. I'm totally not. But anxiety is more than being afraid someone won't like you... it's a fear of being seen that is so deep, and so horrifying, that running away feels like the only answer, even when what you desire most is connection.

Just Do You. Brilliantly.

I sort of threw Jane in dance so I’d have an extra day to work past 2:30 pm. She seemed to like it. But sometimes it’s hard to tell if Jane likes an activity or just likes hanging with her friends. I don’t begrudge her that. I like to hang with my friends, too. And if she’s hanging while she’s doing pirouettes or what-the-hell-ever, so much the better.

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