A BLOG FOR BAD ASS BITCHES

A couple of years ago Hope gave me a book titled, "Mom, I want to hear your story." It's a workbook that essentially asks me questions about everything from my childhood to my current beliefs. I've been slowly working on it here and there. This week there was a question asking me if I believe in soulmates. And if so, why. Oh, yeah, there are some deep questions in this workbook, but it got me thinking and asking myself to consider what I do think about soulmates. Quite honest

I'm not even going to lie. This post is a braggy mom one. I simply can't help it. Hope, my oldest daughter, has created a short film for the Easter Seal's Disability Film Challenge again this year. Most of you already know, but Hope has Cerebral Palsy. She has Ataxia (tremors) in all four limbs. All the doctors have always said she just didn't cook long enough. She was a thirty week baby, which was in the oven longer than we expected. With only one lung, it was impossible to

Everyone has a hometown. A point of origin, so to speak. Some remain there for the duration of their life, while others need to branch out and maybe try somewhere new. But what exactly is it that determines the destination someone calls home. People relocate for jobs, climate, significant others and even friends. Everyone knows this, but what constitutes the difference between a residence and a home. Most of us have had several residences in our lifetime. These could consist

There are some songs that can work just like teleportation. They instantly take us back to the moment we first heard them. Jefferson Starship released the rock anthem "We Built this City" in 1985 with their album, Knee Deep in the Hoopla. That seems like such a long time ago. I was in the seventh grade. You're probably wondering why in the world I'm thinking about such an old song. It just popped up on one of my Spotify lists. I get flashes of middle school dances in a gymna

Everyone knows early March to mid-April is usually when academia schedules a break from studies, the one to two week period known as spring break. Some of us have college kids come home, while others have their k-12 school age kids home during the daytime hours. Years past at our house this might mean shopping trips for Easter dresses or maybe a few local day trips. With Brian working this didn't necessarily mean an out of town vacation, at least not for an entire week anyway