A wild life is worth living.
Not Tom Brady. Looking rustic because of the fluffy frosting All three children have now had pandemic birthdays, so I've had to learn some new skills. Cake making is tough to get right, mostly because the opportunities to practice are few and far between. Maybe you have honed your chocolate chip cookie recipe over the... Continue Reading →
Okay y'all, this is it -- my most persuasive push to bring you over to the world of Minimalism is...organizational porn! While you look through the photos of my home that have only been lightly fussed into submission for their internet debut, allow me to explain. Clay dish (that is maybe actually for soap) by... Continue Reading →
I'm an angry mom. Not always, but moreso recently. I am always impatient when my kids refuse to listen or whine incessantly, but it's worse now. And their behavior is also significantly worse than before the pandemic, which creates an awful spiral. I know this is hard on the kids, and I know big changes... Continue Reading →
So...I bet you know what's on my mind today. Every day. For the past three months. It's made me so upset I couldn't form coherent thoughts and write about it until today, when I decided I'd had enough time and needed to just get it out. But Kat, don't be hysterical! It's just like the... 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 →
My first born moved to The Big School this past fall, and the transition has been a difficult one. My kids have really enjoyed going to school together, and whenever one is having a rough day, the teachers bring in a sibling to comfort them. I trust those teachers with my babies, and we drive... Continue Reading →
Another day, another mass shooting, and all you weak-ass hillbillies are like, “meh, nothing can be done! Everyone gets a gun, it's in the constitution!” I'm so sick and tired of this shoulder-shrug answer to our gun violence epidemic in this country. This is the shining city on the hill, the land of opportunity, the... 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 →
About two months ago I had a partial hysterectomy. It's called a "partial" hysterectomy because the doctor took my uterus and fallopian tubes, but left my ovaries. Initially, I thought he should take the whole shebang, because the more pieces I cut out, the fewer places I will eventually get cancer (I'm nothing if not... Continue Reading →
For Lent I decided to give up harboring negative thoughts about myself and my body, since God made me and trashing his work seemed a poor plan. When I embarked on this noble journey of self-love and acceptance, I didn't know I would be having major surgery. Before my doctor recommended surgery, I was already... Continue Reading →
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