The boys' birthdays have led to our great return to society as infection rates drop in our area - my oldest requested a trip to Chuck E Cheese in August (a weekday and remarkably empty) and my second child asked to go to a similarly expensive but more physical climby-jumpy-sweaty kiddie palace for his big... Continue Reading →
If possible, try to have at least one retired parent with just enough free time to buy a subscription to Masterclass. The online bank of coursework prepared by people of every profession has something for everyone, including free bonus subscriptions when you purchase a full year of streaming, which your parents should absolutely pass on... Continue Reading →
In the third installment of "Kat Discusses Minimalism Despite Not Being an Expert," I can give you an honest review of the new Minimalism documentary on Netflix. It's called Less is Now, and I would absolutely recommend it, and in fact you can skip the book recommendation for Everything That Remains if you watch the... Continue Reading →
I am not an expert on Minimalism, first and foremost. My life is not a textbook example of living with less, and while some people box up their excess stuff overnight and live their lives as minimalists starting the next day, that is not my story. Growing up, my family moved about every three years.... Continue Reading →
I'm not going to feel comfortable celebrating a winner in this election until every vote is counted and every lawsuit has been dismissed, but I'm quite sure who the loser is right now. Our nation's fair elections are what set us apart from dictators all over the world, and the current president has done his... Continue Reading →
Last weekend I flew to Austin from El Paso for my grandmother's ninety-third birthday. El Paso is truly a wonderful city with everything I need, except my family. We usually only make the trek to Austin for major family events like weddings and baptisms, and Grandma is understandably overwhelmed with crowds and lots of lively... Continue Reading →
A lot of moms talk about being "touched out" at the end of the day. Little hands are constantly pawing at us, clinging to our legs, tugging on our clothes, climbing into our laps, and often into our beds. Personally, it doesn't bother me all that much. One of my love languages is physical touch,... Continue Reading →
We know that women are sensitive, weak, and too emotional to be president, right? Hear me out. We shouldn't go to war because we are too slow, too distracting, and would be too traumatized by death and destruction. And of course, women can't be trusted to make decisions about their bodies because fiddle dee dee,... Continue Reading →
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