Tattoos: How to be a trashy female.

I got my first tattoo when I was 18. It was a dumb little thing which has long been covered up. I didn’t really find my love of body art until my oldest son, Cosmo was about two years old. Since then, I have gotten a myriad of pieces and it seems as though I…

I miss my friend…

I once knew a quirky girl, she was very loud and boisterous… She also became part of who I am. My best friend of 25 years passed away, one year ago today. It doesn’t even seem possible. I miss her terribly. I miss her hand in my life, but more importantly in the lives of…

MUSIC: Eat, Sleep, Breathe, Repeat

In the last four years of our lives, my husband has been making a concerted effort to hone his skills as a singer/songwriter. It’s not been an easy road to navigate. As his “handler” I feel the weight of his insecurities, sometimes more than I should. I feel his triumphs and his failures as if…

Living Like Savages… Sorta

Just a quick thought on camping… My husband, my children and I are going camping tomorrow. Just a quick two nighter up the coast a bit. I have prepared our meals and carefully vacuum sealed them to keep the goods in and the bads out. I have packed enough clothes to survive weather in either…

The Temple of Grace

My main reason for attending the Burning Man festivities for the first time (and what I thought would be my only time) was not because I wanted to party, or because I wanted an ethereal experience on the playa. It was because my best friend was on her death bed and made me promise. I…

Burning Man and Me… How to feel like a beautiful badass

Burning Man is meant for a badass. You’ve got to be ready. By ready, I mean you must come adequately prepared and above all else, you must have the right mind set. For starters, the place is huge. Not like Outside Lands huge, I mean like Mad Max metropolis in the freaking desert huge! “The…

Radical Self Reliance

We are heading to Burning Man in just a few days… Excited doesn’t even come close to describing how I feel. Couple that with anxiety and fear at not having what I need… forgetting some major essential (Which, I undoubtedly will) thusly ruining everything, and you might have a small clue. All of my friends…

The Bipolar Biological

When I was just a tiny baby my mom took me, and whatever she could quickly throw in a bag and left my biological father. She was hurriedly leaving an intensely abusive relationship which included drug and alcohol abuse (from both of them), emotional abuse and severely violent physical abuse brought on, unbeknownst to her,…

Mom Solo and the Crumb Snatchers

Having a husband who travels for a living is not as amazing (ahem) as you might think. My husband plays keyboards for the band Smash Mouth. He’s been with them since they began touring in 1997. We’ve always done this. It’s not new, I’m not caught off guard and it’s always a challenge. Way back…

I’m back, bitches.

It’s been two years since I contributed to my blog. Far too long. I’m back in part because I helped a friend get started with his blog and in part, because I need to write. These past two years have been the most interesting of my life. I mean, talk about finding yourself! In two…

The Healing Power of Women (there’s a penis in my pasta)

I was fortunate enough to be one of sixteen this weekend. I was able to be part of a gathering that was as fun as it was necessary. When speaking about this trip, I was asked by another woman, “You know THAT many women that you would want to spend a weekend with?” The answer…