Category Archives: Fumbling Towards Ecstacy

First Day of Second Grade!

Bex is seven years old now, in second grade. If you’ve been with me from the beginning of this blog, you’ve watched him grow up from the age of three. Here he was at age 3 in his green scoliosis … Continue reading

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Are You An Introvert?

Hey, I recently learned that I’m actually an introvert, to my surprise. Sometimes I’m a very extroverted introvert and few people would describe me as shy in person, but I am the type who gets plum worn out from a … Continue reading

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Future Tripping

Hey! I made a threat that I was gonna shoot more short videos and I try to make good on my threats. I’m aiming for one new video a week or possibly more, depending on my caffeine intake and mental … Continue reading

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So When Did You Two Meet Up?

On a family road trip last weekend, my kiddo Bexon, who obviously sees myself and his father as his buddies and contemporaries, casually asked us from his perch in his back booster seat: “So, when did you two meet up?” … Continue reading

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10 Things I Learned at BlogHer’14

1.) Write bravely. There have been times when I know I’ve blogged bravely, and sometimes I question and doubt myself. “Maybe that’s being Debbie Downer, people probably come here for a little light entertainment and recipes.” Hearing other bloggers speak … Continue reading

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Clothes Whores

Yesterday, with no small amount of shame, I watched my bedroom dresser collapse, due to the massive weight of the amount of clothing piles I’ve tried to shove in its aching drawers. Almost all of the drawers broke off of … Continue reading

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FOMO: Fear of Missing Out

My sister Laura said on our recent family vacation that my little sister Sierra and I have always had bad FOMO and that she doesn’t have FOMO. FOMO meaning: Fear Of Missing Out. We laughed because it’s true, it used … Continue reading

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