The alarm is angry drunk loud. It is called an Enuresis Alarm. Beginning in the 1930s, the alarm functioned as a bedwetting
Here I sit in this East London hotel lobby. The chair I sit in is green. The table my laptop sits on
TW: suicide, mental illness, mommy blogs Please know as I process, I am mindful of Heather’s children. I’m not sure these words
Our bags are packed. We are (almost) ready to go. We fly home tomorrow. We will arrive on Thanksgiving afternoon. We ordered
We are currently staying at a modern, well-styled, fairly new, and well-trafficked hotel. As a result of the high traffic, I think
Dave & I are on a one hour Qantas Airlines flight from Melbourne to Sydney. This is our first time flying Qantas.
If I skewed my words ever so slightly, I know I could easily make my husband, Dave, and me look like the
Recently I noticed that many of my posts are kind of dark, deep dives into heartbreak. I was like, “Beth, you sound
[So many commas & parentheticals] Earlier, Dave, my husband, and arguably my much taller half, made an off handed comment regarding how
It could be worse. I am dressed head to toe in layers of grey. I look outside and am enveloped by the
My text alerts were beeping. Exhausted, I turned over and hid my head under the covers. A few minutes later, my phone
I resolved on January 1, 2021, that I would write and then post Monday – Friday. Quickly, that goal changed. Next I
“The Sunk Cost Fallacy describes our tendency to follow through on an endeavor if we have already invested time, effort or money
There is a large monitor poised behind my laptop. A picture of the four of us is displayed as the monitor’s background.
Remember When Blogs Were Like Stream-of-Consciousness Confessionals? Here is the deal: I think I live in my head. I do not understand
Yes. I know that signing someone else’s ballot is voter fraud. I am aware of the current accusations flying around. I am