Thumbs Up for Nursing Pillows

This post brought to you by Comfort and Harmony. All opinions are 100% mine. Now that my kids are older, I feel like the wise old sage mom. OK, old mom, but sometimes I pose as a wise sage. Truthfully, there is nothing like getting older to make you realize how many...

What Is a Sticker?

[Playing Blurt with the kids, giving the clue] Mom: A small piece of paper with glue on the back, used to mark or decorate something. Belinda (22): Sticky note! Caleb (9): Sticky paper! Belinda: Post-it note!…The generic form of post-it note! Caleb: Glue paper!...

Mother’s Day Duality

The Tale of Two Mothers Days The Snarky Mother’s Day How can it be Mothers Day when woken up at 6am or earlier Children begging you to eat breakfast in bed even when it is the worst thing in the world Forced to eat a cold breakfast that’s been repeatedly...

The Ethics of Sustainable Gardening

This post brought to you by Scotts Miracle-Gro. All opinions are 100% mine. With the new religion of ecological awareness come many offshoots. In the gardening world the buzzword sustainable gardening. Indeed, I don’t know what “non-sustainable...

Popcorn Ma’am?

I despise fundraising. Absolutely positively loathe it. From the magazine sales events at schools to the branches of a tree somehow worth ridiculous amounts of money simply because somebody made them into a circle and threw a couple bows or berries in the mix. I would...

Brain Appendages

Monica (15): Mom, are earlobes called earlobes because it has something to do with the brain, or just because they wanted to call them earlobes? Belinda (22): Monica, are nerves called nerves because they get on your nerves? Monica: No, you know, because you have...

Lonely Librarian

I had my first experience of dread during an interview for a new calling at church. (Which we know that all good LDS should never have 😉 I had a split second waver of “Are you serious?” I’ve been a early morning seminary teacher , a bishop’s...

Celebrate 43 Years of Earth Day Stupidity

Sam was born in 1959 and I was born in 1964. The generation gap between us is surprisingly enormous. His formative years were spent listing to music whined by long-haired stoners struggling to articulate consonants whilst sliding gently from one pitch to (almost) the...

Pants, Prayer, Priesthood, Oh My!

At the heart of it we are all feminists. I highly doubt any would choose to return to the days without voting privileges and the like. The nuances of religious feminism are complex. We have questions. We have concerns. It is quite often isolating to feel different, or...