And we love it. Rain and all. Friends from PDX happened to be in town, and it felt like a sign. Interview tomorrow. Send good woo.
I am a part of a few parenting groups on FB, some of which are super drama and others which are full of thoughtful, kind and nuanced conversation. I enjoy them for a variety of reasons and have recently worked hard to set some limits with myself to ensure my participation and engagement are, you... Continue Reading →
I was so honored to be asked to Participate in LesBeMums LGBT History project! Thanks for including me, and for coming up with amazing ways to showcase and support one another! ❤ I have followed the ladies from The Gayby Project for a long time. They’re not only one of my favourite favourite bloggers, but... Continue Reading →
Ugh. I wrote a long, eloquent post and then with the slip of a finger, deleted it entirely. I don't have the energy to recreate it, but here are the highlights: *I have a second (third? ) interview with PP in Olympia next Monday, so L, Ansel and I are headed to the great northwest... Continue Reading →
So, as I mentioned, La is effectively off duty this week due to a work conference, leaving me to be a mostly solo parent (although, I should point out that I am grateful she is still here in some respects, as it's saved me in a couple of respects) . . .I was going to... Continue Reading →
It super sucked to go back to work in June, despite loving my job and my co workers and generally enjoying adulty type conversation. It got easier with each day, and now mostly, I take it as a matter of course and only feel the sting when something disrupts my regular schedule and time with... Continue Reading →
I got a call on Tuesday morning from the Planned Parenthood in Seattle/Olympia, and I have an interview (second? first? unclear.) next Friday afternoon. So I guess my direct statement about wanting more money didn't automatically disqualify me from the running. I half considered flying out there for the interview, but L is hosting a... Continue Reading →
After the release of her game-changing, brilliant video, Formation, and the stir her Superbowl halftime show caused with dancers dressed like Black Panthers, Beyoncé is blowing up everyone’s feeds everywhere. And one thing I am shocked/notshocked to see is white outrage about both.
Let me begin by saying that I’m not a Beyoncé fan. I’m not a fan of any of the pop divas. I don’t have anything against them; it’s just not music that interests me. So Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Madonna, Mariah, Adele, I apologize, but I’m sure you and your massive success could not possibly care less that I would rather be listening to punk or classical. The only reason I’m pointing this out is to make sure you know I’m not a Beyoncé fan. This is not about defending a beloved star.
Let me tell you what it IS about.
The vast majority of Black people…
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I have lived my entire life in a 50 mile radius. Really. I was born in a suburb of Denver (the same suburb where my mom was born and grew up), moved to Boulder for college, moved back to Denver afterwards, and have stayed put for the last 12 years. I like Colorado. It's beautiful... Continue Reading →