A Note On Halloween Costumes: Let It Go.

If your child says “I want to be a Disney Princess”, and you tell him or her they can’t because of their race, you are the problem. You are a broken, sad, possibly confused person, who has utterly lost the plot. 

Dreaming Update…

I went to a playdate yesterday at the church we’ve been going to but are not members of. Met some other cool moms. They were impressed with my garden. My garden that I’ve been lamenting to my husband and God all week about being discouraged about. I’ve been questioning my entire life – why garden?Continue reading “Dreaming Update…”

Balancing the Frump

Hey Stay At Home Mom (or Dad), can we talk? You, sitting there in your yoga pants or ratty cargo shorts, in a sports bra and a shirt with mysterious stains. You ladies who live in the “mom uniform” of unwashed hair, yoga pants, and a sports bra day in and day out, can we talk?Continue reading “Balancing the Frump”

I Don’t Want My Kid To Be A Team Player

So I’m listening to a podcast about the Seth Rich scandal, and of course there’s commentary on Hillary Clinton and Marine Le Pen, and I am struck by the inconsistencies in politics. Then I read a blog by the current leader of my parent’s cult about the “Old Paths”, and I’m struck, again, by howContinue reading “I Don’t Want My Kid To Be A Team Player”

HE GOT TWO SCOOPS Y’ALL

You may have heard that recently at a dinner, President Donald Trump got two scoops of icecream and everyone else got one. Aside from how I do or don’t feel about President Trump, or Soro’s and the media’s push for a US civil war, or the fact that this trivial shit counts as “news”, this isContinue reading “HE GOT TWO SCOOPS Y’ALL”

I’ve got a dream, I’ve got a dream…

My husband and I have a dream. We would like, within the next 8ish years, to produce around 80% of our own food, and within 10-12 years be completely energy independent, probably via solar. A large garden to grow almost 100% of our produce (and living in the South, banana and avocado trees are possible),Continue reading “I’ve got a dream, I’ve got a dream…”

This is my job. Or “There are worse things than your kid being gay and maybe you should take a moment ruminate on what God calls us to as Mothers.”

My name is Elisabeth, and this is my job: She’s two, and quite lovely. I am blessed to stay home with her. I know moms who work outside of the house not because they have to, but because they like having a big pretty house, and spending money on shit they don’t need, and drivingContinue reading “This is my job. Or “There are worse things than your kid being gay and maybe you should take a moment ruminate on what God calls us to as Mothers.””