The other day I checked my personal account balance, and I had six dollars. At the moment I started to laugh because as a 12-year-old I had more money in the bank than I have now as a 33-year-old. And that is a choice. A few weeks ago I cashed in the totality of my … Continue reading I Am Broke And It Is A Choice
I imagine a bit of historical context is needed here. The shame biscuit itself is nothing more than a McDonald's biscuit breakfast sandwich. There is no wrong or right constellation in which to consume your shame biscuit. I like mine with the square yellow "egg" and cheese. I skip the meat, when the shame biscuit … Continue reading The Evolution of The Shame Biscuit
The simple phrase ”global warming” can be heard every day in my house. From time to time it may be a discussion at a meal, but more often it is just those two words used to point out the effects of a particular action. Perhaps the dishwasher was run half full on a two hour … Continue reading What Would Greta Do?
So this morning, was one of those mornings. One child was screaming because the second child had touched her toy. The second child was screaming because she did not want to get dressed for the day. The third child had left his lunch box on the rock outside of the house even though it had … Continue reading Everything is OK
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Kaylin who was looking for something different. She was not sure what that was yet, she only knew at that point what she did not want. Having spent years using maladaptive coping skills to deal with the pains of her past, She was very aware of … Continue reading A Modern Day Romance
Because I work with adults with special needs I am often time told I am a good person, or that I am doing the Lords work, or that I am an angel. Fundamentally I do think I am a good person, but not because I work at a non-profit or because I work with adults … Continue reading Good People do Good Things
Dear Waldorf education, I know our pairing seems like a no-brainer. I live in a community based off the philosophical teachings of the same man who founded Waldorf education. So clearly sending my children to a campus that mimics the rhythms and reverence that I try to create at home would be a natural steppingstone … Continue reading A Love Letter to Waldorf Education
I am a Virgo. I am an Italian. I am a choleric. These three statements combine to make one force of a lady. In practical application it means that I speak loudly and fast, with hand gestures and facial expression. I have been told my whole life that I'm too loud, and to be quiet. … Continue reading I Am Loud And I Know It
The other night,same as every other night, I lay with my daughter in bed to settle her for the evening. We had already read The Children of the Forrest (a classic by Elsa Beskow) and were laying together with our heads on the same pillow. I was stroking her hair and telling her what an … Continue reading Aging Gracefully?
I was visiting with a friend the other day who happened to mention how much she liked my last blog post. I sheepishly commented on the fact that while I had titled the post I never once even reference those exact words in the post itself, and then gave a litinany of excuses as to … Continue reading Multitasking Like a Father F*cker
The Hot Mess Homestead 