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
I wanted to take a family picture
I sent a message in our sibling group text. I said something like, “at our dinner Friday evening I hope we can
Guns in America: Can We Do Anything? (My Story)
Regardless of where you land on the gun debate, in America the phrase, “gun violence” is a huge trigger. Historically when I
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 Dave and me look like the heroes of
Traveling to London: Non-Traditional Families
Last week I found myself sitting in the Salt Lake City airport waiting for our departing flight. I was excited to learn
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
We are all jerks: Complicated and Misunderstood Regard
It could be worse. I am dressed head to toe in layers of grey. I look outside and am enveloped by the
I Woke Up With My Eyes Swollen Shut
My text alerts were beeping. Exhausted, I turned over and hid my head under the covers. A few minutes later, my phone
I had a goal.
I resolved on January 1, 2021, that I would write and then post Monday – Friday. Quickly, that goal changed. Next I
The Sunk Costs of Being Special
“The Sunk Cost Fallacy describes our tendency to follow through on an endeavor if we have already invested time, effort or money