Welcome to the second chapter of my memblog, Boogers: My Life Amongst the Boys. Today's installment is being sponsored by the procrastination of addressing the abomination that is the kitchen counter. This morning the bedside clock read 5:57 when a familiar shadowy figure approached our bed. The tiny phantom croaked, "Mommy? Can I sweep in... Continue Reading →
Boogers, Ch. 1: Y Chromosomes Abounding
Boogers: My Life Amongst the Boys is the working title of my memoir which to date contains exactly this many chapters. Being too lazy to write an actual book, this seems like a fun way to avoid correcting 1st grade handwriting which is quite possibly the least fun thing ever. Maybe edged out by passing... Continue Reading →
A Teacher’s Distance-Learning School Supply List for Primary Grades
This is the educational equivalent of the roadside assistance card you stick in your glove box and pray you never have to use. Our school is planning to go back this fall 5 days a week, in person, whole school and staff. (That's only like 45 people, so we can do a lot of distancing... Continue Reading →
Privilege: Take Action
Sequel to Privilege: Owning It So now what? I have to feel guilty about being white for the rest of my life? Yup. That's it. Problem solved. Just kidding. Now we get to work. One of the biggest obstacles to change in race relations is called "white fragility." White fragility is the discomfort white people... Continue Reading →
Privilege: Owning It
I have white privilege. If you're reading this, it's probably true of you too. *DISCLAIMER: These are the thoughts of a white person on race. If you have the opportunity (and you do, because GOOGLE), go find someone who actually lives this and read their thoughts. Like this guy.* I'm in my thirties and qualify... Continue Reading →
Funky Mom
I'm in my annual Mother's Day funk. There's been a pattern over the last few years: nothing makes me resent my motherhood more than this "holiday" designed to honor it. That's not an easy thing to admit, but there it is. We're in irony meta land now, friends. Disclaimer: I'm also usually PMSing during this... Continue Reading →
Not Enough Lysol in the World: Surviving Corona-quarantine with small children
It's like Christmas break without the cookies, presents, travel, Grandma, decorations... Woo-bleepin-hoo. At least I was prepared for Christmas break. And by "prepared" I clearly mean "stocked with microbrews, wine, and Kahlua". (What kind of idiot gives up snacking and libations after supper for Lent? This kind.) Our state is closing schools starting Wednesday and... Continue Reading →
Enough
I've been reading Brene Brown's Daring Greatly lately. One of her fascinating areas of research is shame. Shame, according to Brown, is rooted in inadequacy or not being ______ enough. We all fill in the blanks differently (thin enough, young enough, attractive enough, strong enough, rich enough, powerful enough, smart enough) and when we feel... Continue Reading →
The Emotional Journey of the Walmart Carseat Trade-In
I am aware that "car seat" is two words. I do not care and I think that is stupid. Our Going Out of Baby sale was this weekend. My husband recently accepted a Call two states over so we're moving in a month. We moved here seven years ago from a one-bedroom apartment with the... Continue Reading →
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