Kathryn Mayer • Writing Out Loud
I write stuff down. writer • humorist • activist
Bear Hunt. Remember reading this one to your kids? Get it? Aw, forget it. So I went on a business trip. Actually, my second, but I consider it my first, because the first one didn’t count being that I thought Boss Lady was punking me and I spent most of the time looking over my shoulder and expecting to be fired for incompetence at any moment. She took me out into the
Snow days make working from home hell. I so wish I had an office to go to in order to escape kids lounging on the couch, ignoring laundry, fighting, spilling food, and acting as if they have a Snow Day From School. The nerve. Because I don’t. This is when my worlds collide and I don’t like it one bit. My part-time working life, the one that allows me to
The middle school called me, and because I work from home at the dining room table with a Bernese Mountain Dog’s head in my lap and the heat turned on because husband does NOT work at home and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him (he lives by some barbaric fraternity house rule No Heat ’til Thanksgiving), I answered the phone. Because it was the school on caller ID and
Okay so apparently crazy birthday hell extended throughout the weekend. And past Monday. And into Tuesday because really, I’m still recovering. Or suffering. Same thing. Should have figured as much, as Halloween will suck the life out of a normal mom with one kid, an OCD husband, housecleaner, full case of wine, health benefits, and car that starts on first go. So Boy’s actual birthday was cake, and too his
You’ve been home with the kids for a few years, maybe more, maybe less. When do you know it’s time to reenter the work force? I’ve got some ideas. You’re looking around the PTO meeting and don’t know a soul. Your kids are the ‘big kids’ in the back of the bus. Your youngest is everyone else’s oldest. You don’t pay babysitters any longer. Your kids are the babysitters. You’re
How about this? James Willie Jones, the irrational distraught dad who stormed a schoolbus overcome with emotion and completely out-of-control to confront the punks bullying, harrassing and terrorizing his disabled 13-year old daughter… …. to take on the entirely made-for-tv unfit mom, April Newcomb, who drove, encouraged and coached her teen daughter into a fistfight, and is clearly heard on video egging her on throughout the brawl, complete with Rocky’s inspired tips. I’m just saying… I
Ready to return to work yet? Okay, school’s in full swing, open houses just about done, flu shots received, and first bouts of strep and pink eye dealt with. Now what? Honestly, there’s only so much Facebook stalking a mom can do in one day. I’m all about the kids, and firmly believe a parent needs to be accessible 24/7. But as their needs change, so can your availability. And
Kids are not bringing their cells to our favorite corner of the world. Nor their ipods. No text zone — I called it. Told hubby too. Just fishing and reading and bocce and birdwatching; then swimming, eating, line dancing, kayaking and foursquare. Lots and lots of foursquare. But no texting, tweeting, photographing the moment-by-moment sunsets for friends on Facebook. None. And I mean it. And me neither. While years past
An irreverent storyteller with a foul mouth and big heart, Kathryn Mayer (aka Kathy and/or Kate) is a writer, humorist, and (former) activist writing out loud with humor and grace about little life moments with big ripples, including the space between parenting and aging parents, social issues, angsty reflections of midlife, and, sigh, gun humpers. Still. Sometimes a big deal, sometimes not Mayer is a national award-winning columnist, according to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, and her essays have been recognized as Voice of … Read More Here...
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