Discovered my list of goals for 2017 and well, um, yeah. That. A year ago I got on my high horse and touted the benefits of writing things down to make them happen and had every intention of following through, and was even off to a good start with a CT Press Club Best Personal Blog in Connecticut prize and as a BlogHer Voice of the Year honoree. Plus, I basically flashed my boobs
True confessions from a soccer mom
Once upon a time on a soccer field far, far away, or really, just in the center of town on an abandoned psychiatric hospital, a tired, been-there-done-that mom sat behind the soccer goal, underneath the giant pines, with an iced tea and book, and didn’t watch her kid play. She may have glanced, but she certainly didn’t know the score, or where her kid was on the field. Or if
Paying someone to touch me
I got naked with my friend Nicole as a birthday gift from my rather attractive husband. It’s not what you think, but I am sure the husband wouldn’t mind that being so. My kids are ewwing loudly, and gagging, in my mind, while I’m typing this, before they ever lay eyes on it, and I make no apologies. Getting naked with Nicole I received a gift certificate for a massage
Waiting to exhale on the yoga mat
She had both her hands on my ass and was applying firm, steady pressure, and I ain’t gonna lie: I liked it. I was lost in the moment and it felt great. Until she opened her mouth. And sound came out. “Now look at Kate –“ she announced, with a mean teacher voice to the entire class of mostly women and the one or two hairy dudes with an aversion
Left behind: college kid needs childhood stuffed animals
(This essay originally appeared on Grown & Flown where it was awarded SheKnows Media BlogHer Voice of the Year 2017.) * * * Left behind, but I couldn’t look away. Her face was smooshed up against the scratched, opaque plastic, and seemed to be suffocating, for lack of air, lack of love, I don’t know, but I just left her there. If her mouth wasn’t sewn shut, if her little arms
What I said to the ladies who lunch about dangerous breastfeeding
Sometimes I talk to much. You might have heard that about me and this is one of those times, recorded in high def for all the world to see: me and the ladies who lunch at the Connecticut Against Gun Violence luncheon. Me and my breasts. The video is good, but sure wish they panned the audience so you could see just how out of my element I was. These were
Bra shopping lifts spirits and breasts to new heights
Am I the only person who hasn’t gone bra shopping since before the advent of on-line shopping? Apparently, cuz I bought new bras and pretty much can’t go watch my kid play high school sports anymore. Here’s what happened: I took a Facebook quiz, my very first one, because it had a drawing of a woman in a bra and said, “Does your bra fit right?” and the bra-lady really nice
When a topic is too political to talk about and why you should anyways
Lucky me! Invited to speak at a local women’s networking group because last year there was standing room only, and who am I to say no to my adorning fans, of which no-less-than half I am related to? Here’s how it goes: the Board presents the topic, and I’m supposed to run with it. Share my two cents, then open the discussion with the people in attendance to share, if they
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