Well, then again, maybe it is you, but my guess is that it probably is not. My husband and I were on
I am a White Woman.
I wish I could reach the white women who voted for Trump. I don’t want to hold myself above them for being
This is Not About Portugal
Our son told us he couldn’t go with us to Portugal. He had just been offered a new job, and they needed
Women’s Healthcare: Miscarriages and the Caution Doctors Already Take to Perform Lifesaving D&Cs
Let me be clear: it took until I was on the precipice of death before the ER would call a surgeon to
The LDS Garment Change: Paralyzed by my despair and reminded of all of those cap sleeves
I was raised in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I learned through a post written by the Salt
Why a memoir: an exposition, including journal writing
For like twenty years, on and off, I have been working on my memoir. Really. Stops and starts. That is what it
Paper Doll Pioneer
Pick the title for my upcoming memoir. Do you like Paper Doll Pioneer? If not, suggest another one. My story begins. The
Bed Wetter
The alarm is angry drunk loud. It is called an Enuresis Alarm. Beginning in the 1930s, the alarm functioned as a bedwetting
Sitting in that Same Hotel Lobby One Year to the Day (A Journal Entry Of Sorts)
Here I sit in this East London hotel lobby. The chair I sit in is green. The table my laptop sits on
The Heather B. Hamilton Armstrong, a.k.a. Dooce, that I once knew
TW: suicide, mental illness, mommy blogs Please know as I process, I am mindful of Heather’s children. I’m not sure these words
Amsterdam to Melbourne then on to Sydney
Our bags are packed. We are (almost) ready to go. We fly home tomorrow. We will arrive on Thanksgiving afternoon. We ordered
Contemplating Life In Our London Hotel Lobby
We are currently staying at a modern, well-styled, fairly new, and well-trafficked hotel. As a result of the high traffic, I think
Notes from a Plane: Melbourne to Sydney, Australia
Dave & I are on a one hour Qantas Airlines flight from Melbourne to Sydney. This is our first time flying Qantas.
How We Saved The Day: Our journey to England
If I skewed my words ever so slightly, I know I could easily make my husband, Dave, and me look like the
May is Mental Health Month
Recently I noticed that many of my posts are kind of dark, deep dives into heartbreak. I was like, “Beth, you sound
Ropes and Rabbit Holes
[So many commas & parentheticals] Earlier, Dave, my husband, and arguably my much taller half, made an off handed comment regarding how