The continuation of https://wordpress.com/post/whichwaysup.blog/1522 This is the second half of a long story. The one that answers, as well as we can, the tough question that comes from my mother periodically - the question we wish we didn't have to answer because it would be so much easier if we had a better answer - … Continue reading How’d I get here? After
This is the long story. The one that answers, as well as we can, the tough question that comes from my mother periodically - the question we wish we didn't have to answer because it would be so much easier if we had a better answer - better than, well, that's a long story. I … Continue reading How’d I get here? Before.
Is it a little weird to know how many people won't even see this first line based on the title alone? Weird? Not really - it's something we're used to. We, being women. Oops. There go the male readers! Stay with me! The thing is, there are so many names I could have put up … Continue reading Kamala, Party of One
As November sat staring me down, my over-achieving brain was starting to zoom in on the upcoming holidays. It's expected - I've learned that once we pass Rich's birthday, at the end of October; and Zack's birthday, at the beginning of November - the logical list to start making is Christmas shopping. I have always … Continue reading Tis but a Flesh Wound
I’m afraid to vote. I’m afraid to tell people whether or not I'll vote. I’m afraid to tell people how I'll vote. I’m afraid to tell people who I'll vote for. I’m afraid to vote. I’m afraid to vote for Biden because I’m scared for the future of our economy. I’m afraid to vote for … Continue reading I’m afraid to vote.
I'd like to announce the nearly successful completion of our first virtual learning marking period. Nearly? Yes. Starting with the first fairly critical piece of missed information - in that the end of the first five-ish weeks did NOT, in fact, mark the release of Interim grades. For those of you who haven't had kids … Continue reading Q1, Virtually (in)Complete
Back when I worked in radio in Raleigh, there was a big wig called Phil (intentionally leaving out the last name...even though I'm still bitter...but I'm a grown up now, right?) who had a reputation in the industry for being a bit of a tyrant. I suppose nowadays we'd call him a bully, inappropriate, demeaning, … Continue reading The Church Lady
As I dive further into the deep end of this apocalyptic year, I'm now grasping at just about anything to find relaxation or to relieve the stress or to turn my brain off. I'm not sure any of it is working - although some have turned into well-intentioned fails laced with giggles, which works in … Continue reading Let me (over)think on it
I’m fairly certain my husband’s favorite part of all the shite that is going on with my mom is the period of transition he gets to enjoy when I arrive back home from an extended stay at my parents’ home. Did I say favorite part? That’s not what I meant. I meant I see him … Continue reading Incoming.
Written with the blessing of his mother. Three years ago, as a family, we decided to have a dedicated gym night. “As a family” may be a stretch, because getting the kids there was akin to putting a onesie on an octopus. But we did it - a regular 5:30pm session with a real live … Continue reading Max