I have twin, two year old boys. Translation? I don’t know what it’s like to not be tired anymore. Two nights ago, around midnight, I found myself just finishing up the housework in the kitchen and desperate to go to bed. My husband was being obnoxious and less than helpful, teasing and taunting me. Next thing I knew, we were in a full on soap suds fight, chasing each other and squealing at the top of our lungs. This lasted for a good ten minutes. And it was perfect. You are never too old to laugh. To giggle hysterically. To play...

The world of Facebook can be epically soap opera -esque. Miscommunication and misinterpretation run rampant and there is no Supreme Court to rule over stupid posts. For the most part I try to keep my page a relatively friendly and debate free zone. Relatively.

I have had to, on occasion, delete comments of others or ask friends and family members not to post certain things on my wall (ie. Politics, etc). But occasionally I will share something that I find interesting, humorous, or even provocative.

This does NOT mean that I agree with it...

I was a totally weird kid. I had zero social skills and no indoor voice. Usually, because I was uncomfortable. I just didn’t understand it at the time. It’s likely not much has changed. And frankly, I’m okay with that. Childhood is hard enough but throw in being a missionary kid with an undiagnosed/unmedicated mental illness at a boarding school in the middle of the Indian Ocean and what do you have?

The perfect storm for the friendless...

When I was a little girl we went over to a friends house for dinner. The family had an older son who had lost a leg to amputation. Without hesitation, I told him, "Don't worry, it will grow back." I wanted everything to be better for him. But I did not understand his condition. Most people who have not experienced a form of mental illness often don’t have the first clue how to speak to someone who has. This is apparent in the many cliche and seriously unhelpful one liners I have become accustomed to hearing over the years. The intention is good, the result, not so much...

Congratulations mankind, you have finally reached the age of the human Barbie. Let’s face it, reality is no longer reality. From scripted 'reality TV shows' to air-brushed magazine covers. Reality bites. And it's showing, people. Like a bad pair of underwear.

Pills. Knives. Silicone. Razors. Veneers. Waxing. Dyes. Cosmetic tattoos. Underwire. Contacts. Fake nails. Injections. Braces. Perms. Piercings. Tanners. We willingly and masochistically pursue the fallacy of barbie perfection.

Excuse me, Jesus, while I go eat my weight in mini Twix bars...