Tales Of An Educated Debutante
on life, loss and the joy that rules the day.






























The future is far away and scary, but today is lovely.
Adrian H. Wood, PhD
The Phone Call
Please, no. It can not go unsaid any longer. What could be worse than giddy children monitoring their windows, late into the night, for snowflakes, possibly more excited than awaiting the sound of bells and reindeer hooves? No, it was not me watching the weather report, several in fact,1,823 times to earn my unofficial degree in meteorology so I could gain status amongst the other idiots at the playground. In our defense, we felt driven and brainwashed by the crazy weather peop ..
Read moreIt Must Be Monday
It must be Monday. Ahhh, Monday morning. No other time presents feelings of being so inept, disorganized, behind on grocery/cleaning/laundry. Once upon a time I used the weekends to work as a frantic housemaid; I trudged off to the grocery store and purchased the requisite weekly itemsbananas, a bag of green apples, Trix yogurt, and even a bag of Doritos purchased with the thought of dispersing neatly into snack ziplock bags. Alas, it usually ended up being opened by my green e ..
Read moreOde To The Hunting Widow
If you detest hunting season, then you may as well excuse yourself from this eulogy that could be shocking or just plain annoying. I adore hunting season and no, I have never even held a gun. Yes, it's that time of year again and my forty year old self cheers with sheer delight. Seriously. I am sheepish to admit that the unexpected joy is so rampant, that I feel I have to stifle my happiness so as not to hurt the departing huntsman's feelings. I hope I'm not the only one but I absol ..
Read moreWardrobe Of A Stay At Home Mother
I have a love hate relationship with my exercise wardrobe (Ie. a random mix of Nordstrom rack and TJMax running/ tennis apparel- neither of which are sports that I actually participate in willingly). They are a constant reminder that I should be exercising when I am not which is usually. They also are a visual cue to the outside world that I am unable to shower and get dressed if I need to leave the house (when I look at all presentable I am asked repeatedly where I am going- presen ..
Read moreOde To The January Gym Membership
...Please no judging. Yes, I admit it. I have joined our small town gym yet again. So predictable and just downright embarrassing. I'm so ashamed of this joining that I have been engaged in my own mental warfare as I figure out how to go and yet not be seen, as hate to be known as one of the "new year resolution types" which unfortunately is exactly what I am. I would like to mention though that a friend shared her truth with me when I sheepishly brought up going to the gym, again. In ..
Read moreMy Perfect Husband
The Southern husbands that I have witnessed and harbor great evil thoughts towards have opinions related to women that I find incredibly narcissistic. No, these opinions are not centered around what the liberal women of today may strive for, such as equality in the work place or leading nations. These feelings are much more soundly founded on the musings of seemingly innocent Southern husbands on a few very disturbing topics: medicine during childbirth, breastfeeding, and well, nothin ..
Read moreChildish Questions
Refrain from Childish Questions.... When are you going to have children? How many children are you going to have? Haven't you had that baby yet? In the land of the sweet south, there is no anonymity, a verbose lack of privacy and a fervent belief that one must espouse immediately any puddly thought that has come to the surface of the brain or tip of thou tongue. Of particular interest is the topic of children. How vast are the ways to offend an unsuspecting soul when it c ..
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