A Third Life Housewife/Full-Time Middle-Class Retail Associate (Kind of Writer) Crisis

I was going to buy myself a new pair of shoes tonight but then I compared my bank account to my credit card statement and I realized where my money really needed to go. I had a drink instead. Long story shot, I can freely admit that my plans with this blog have not come near to fruition. I’m still trying to figure out what it is I’m supposed to...

Back In School

I remember Columbine. I was 12. My dad had a subscription to TIME magazine and I used to flip through the issues whenever he wasn’t reading them. I read all about the major news stories in TIME. I kept the issues about Princess Diana’s death and about Mark McGuire’s and Sammy Sosa’s home run records. Hype was easy to grasp with TIME, but Columbine was something different. I was captivated by...

Filling Up Your Closet: Where to Shop Now that Modcloth Has Sold Its Soul

I’m sure by now that most of the “online shopper community” has heard the news of beloved indie boutique, Modcloth, is soon to be acquired by Jet.com, a company owned by Wal-Mart. As far as small companies go, this is relatively par for the course, but for consumers like myself who like to make shopping choices reflect our personal values, it’s a hard hit. For years Modcloth has been a...

Drowning in a Sea of Orange

It’s been a surreal week. Drumpf was inaugurated last Friday. On Saturday morning, the women protested, and I was inspired. On Saturday night, my sister and my friend and I threw a 90’s party, and for just a few hours we lived in a time period that I only remember with fondness and nostalgia. Everyone arrived dressed in ill-fitted 90’s attire, danced in the dark to all the cheesy sentiment...

I’ve Entered the Dirty Thirties

For the last few months I’ve been excited about turning thirty. There’s something about growing out of a decade of life you’ve mentally drifted away from that feels satisfying. I haven’t exactly lived the standard life of a woman in her 20’s for a while. That pivotal moment of becoming an “adult” for me was buying a house, and after that the parties I used to throw became less frequent....

Because It’s 2017

I chugged a Red Bull that my sister left in my fridge before I put Maggie down for a nap. For the first time I didn’t want to take a nap of my own, so I dealt with the dishwasher and the kitchen and tried to find some IKEA shelf hardware that I swore I bought but still can’t find anywhere in the house, and then I took out two...

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?

I was in Golden for my friend’s wedding at the end of August. The weather was cool and gloomy and wonderful, the perfect atmospheric fodder for getting back into a legitimate writing routine. Often I forget that it’s been about two years since I stopped writing on the regular. Sometimes I look at my kid and think to myself that time really hasn’t passed all that fast. Despite what people...

Sharon Morris: My Spirit Mom

I’m just gonna get straight to this: Being a new mom was rough goings for me. I don’t know if I had any legit symptoms of PPD. I thought about it sometimes, but was convinced that things weren’t “that bad”. Of course the late nights and the aching tits and numb wrists and the horrible feeling of being tethered to the sound of that newborn gremlin cry and whatever else...