Today marks exactly one year without teaching. To acknowledge the occasion, let me take you behind the scenes of my blog and share the number one phrase — BY FAR — that brings people to my site: I don’t want to teach anymore. A plethora of versions abound. Done being a teacher. Don’t want to teach. I can’t teach […]
You are...where? Me, too.
After thirty-plus years in a place I love, my family of four suddenly moved from the Midwest to the West. If your world has ever turned this kind of upside down, come on in. Join me on this journey so we can all feel just a little less alone. If not -- if you've always been happy, safe, well-adjusted, non-anxious, and unafraid -- well, excellent. We all need that kind of company, too.
California transplants, Anywhere transplants, parents, and more: let's make MG a community, a relocation safe haven, because change is kind of scary sometimes.
I am a high school teacher from Michigan who (reluctantly) moved across the country when I was six months pregnant. Now that I'm in California, I spend my days babbling to an infant, dancing with a 3-year-old, and wandering aimlessly around the two locations I can find without using Google Maps. The plus side: since the move, my work has been published by Writer's Digest and featured on The Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, BlogHer, Mamalode, and others. I am a study in contradictions: I'm a member of SAG-AFTRA and relish the thrill of a film set, but the stage fright struggle is real. I'm an anxious ambivert who both yearns for alone time and profoundly misses the company of other adults. I prefer my words (and my people) genuine, with a side of sarcasm.
Actually, this is the story of how Gwyneth Paltrow un-paralyzed me. She doesn’t know this story. We are not friends. I mean, no doubt she’s perfectly pleasant — although people sure love to hate her for allegedly being an out-of-touch wackadoo — but I, for one, am grateful for her accidental guidance toward a ridiculous epiphany. At the writers conference last […]
This morning there were errands. Millions and millions of tiny to-dos, buzzing around my head like gnats. Get the dog washed. Pick up diapers. Go to the post office. Stop at the bank. And the baby was with me and he was starting to fuss in the backseat and I knew he would need to eat in […]
“Did I ever tell you the one about the skeleton key?” he asked, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands. “Yes, Papa,” I said. If Grandma was the giving, earnest matriarch of the family, Papa was the storyteller. His job as a private investigator amassed him many a tale, starring everything from cheating […]
If you’re traveling to Ireland from America, you probably expect to alter your driving strategy to match the whole left-side-of-the-road thing. But I kind of figured that if you stayed within the U.S., driving would more or less stay the same. Not so, as it turns out. At least not for me. Driving in California has been more of an […]
People will have you believe that you need a whole lot of GEAR to sustain that eight-pound being you just brought home from the hospital. And it was secretly a lot of fun to fill a multi-page baby registry with novelties and trinkets and doodads. When we owned our home in Michigan, we stocked the nursery with everything we thought […]
Dear Peaches, Sometimes, in our most painless, pleasant moments, I flash-forward to a time when a teenage version of you will inevitably hate my guts. It invades your toddler sweetness like a storm rolling in over waveless waters. My parent-friends tell me that a whole lotta attitude is actually just around the corner, but I’m […]