Stop Feeding Yourself Garbage!

Stop Feeding Yourself Garbage!

You wouldn’t eat it, would you? It’s bad for you. Unhealthy. Unsatisfying. Toxic. So why do you keep feeding yourself garbage? I’m not talking about those Twinkies, Ring-Dings and HoHo’s you keep tucked away in the pantry for the kids’...
Why Am I Such a Mess?

Why Am I Such a Mess?

Perhaps you’ve arrived here having Googled some version of this question late at night. I’ve done that. Or maybe you were searching how to clean up an actual mess, like pink silly putty a toddler ground into an off-white carpet. Like that splotch on the...
Who Am I to Judge?

Who Am I to Judge?

So, this one time when my kids were little, I was angry that laundry had been left in the dryer by the other adult living in this house, apparently awaiting the arrival of the Magic Cleaning Fairy to fold it and put it away. And in a huff, I kicked the empty laundry...
5 Ways to Tame Your Unhelpful Inner Narrator

5 Ways to Tame Your Unhelpful Inner Narrator

I call her Squash. As in, she Squashes my confidence. Also, no one would ever name their kid Squash. She’s not a kid. She’s a nag of a narrator who lives in my head. Squash is always with me, whispering in my ear. But instead of sweet-nothings, Squash...