Category: Truth in Parenting
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La Posada Resort, Santa Fe, New Mexico. It’s wonderful to be traveling again! Our First Borns road trip days are behind us—long 8,9 hour driving days, multiple states and lots of stops are in our proverbial rear view mirror. But adventures by plane! That we can do. Between the three of us we have one…
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Our gender clinic has “paused” taking new patients. Appointments and therapies have been cancelled. My son’s next appointment is “safe” for now, but only because he’s already on the medicine. If this had happened just nine months ago, we wouldn’t…
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I thought I could handle it. I thought—we are privileged, our support circle is strong, we have medical contingency options. Just put our heads down and shoulder on for four years in our blue bubble and we will be ok. And we will be. (Lots of…
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the kids and the Clauses take a coffee break “Can we just talk about how this is NOT a Dairy Queen?” It’s one of my favorite quotes of all time, from a visit to a local burger ice cream shack in small town Nebraska that everyone…
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I am missing almost all my little spoons. Twenty four years, two continents, three cross-country moves, countless apartments. And now? Gone. Where? WHERE DO THEY GO Why does every daycare, every camp, every school, every aftercare have to have their own version of the same forms? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FORMS Why isn’t there…
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These things I know about The Holidays: He will say “What did we get the kids?” You will buy too much and yet not get something “right”. There will either be no snow or all the snow. The cat/dog/hamster will barf/poop/die. You…
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Today was a Bed Day. For every three to four Doing Stuff days, I have one Bed Day. I’m working hard to suppress the bad feeling about staying in bed all day (thanks a lot capitalism, Lutheranism and midwestern mythology). I’m working on accepting my “new…
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When I got home from the hospital, the first thing I did was take a long shower and do all the things—shampoo, fancy body wash, every lotion I own. The kids, who didn’t know I was out of the hospital, came home about an hour later and ran right up…
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Bald Reality I’m a middle aged, menopausal midwestern mom with a chip on her shoulder about unrealized artistic potential. I have deep-seated insecurities about my ability to create “real” art and be a “real” artist. So, I use self deprecating humor to dodge any real discussion about my goals…
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Someone once said that my Mom and I are so alike we “are like one person”. That was odd, and kinda creepy. We are our own people, but I think, given some grace, what they meant was that we are in…
girl at large 