Gender reveal parties are an interesting thing. At their worst, they are a celebration of patriarchy and a sigh of relief for those who prefer male dominant offspring. At their best, they are a celebration of knowing just a little bit about Baby. This little tiny living martian in a tummy actually has human like… Continue reading To Celebrating More than Genitalia
Maybe you should fly a jet, Maybe you should be a vet. Maybe you should march in drum corps. Maybe you should join the peace corps. You could serve as a foreign service officer, Or identify UFOs and flying saucers. You could always be a music major, Or if you prefer, a… Continue reading TBT
31. Not saying anything because you’re too afraid to say the wrong thing leaves people lonely. 30. Unfriending and unfollowing is allowed. 29. Washing hands is a privilege. 28. To start a Google Meet, go to meet.google.com. 27. (Almost) everyone I love does not love showering. 26. Neurodiversity is real. 25. Motherhood wrapping myself around… Continue reading 31
Beloved moms, dads, brothers, sisters, grandparents, and caretakers of a child with autism, This is my love letter to you. Thank you for sharing your child with me. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be in your home at all hours of the day and night. In sickness and in health. For better… Continue reading Love Letter
I am from matching floral pajamas, from tea with honey and milk, and mangos. I am from the rustic retreat majestic, dazzling. I am from the meadows with columbines and happy birthday as many times as you want, and forgetfulness, and Megen Marie Johnson Stadele, and the Folsoms, and (now) The Macchiones. I am from… Continue reading Tag, You’re It!
It’s early in the morning, aka the time where all the good ideas come to life. Here is the question that I am tossing around: What if the actual purpose of life was the in between moments? Instead of our careers and taxes and 401ks, the measure of success is actually a montage of all… Continue reading Plot Twist.
“Life wastes nothing. Over and over again every molecule that has ever been is gathered up by the hand of life to be reshaped into yet another form. The molecules in you and me and indeed in everyone are secondhand, borrowed for the occasion and returned when outgrown. How strange to think that great pain… Continue reading Four Years
“Miss Jenai, Miss Jenai. What do you say?” This was my dad’s invitation to speak whatever was on my mind. Most of the time I didn’t even know what I was going to say, but yet, there was always something, and a lot of that something. This was my moment to shine. My platform. My… Continue reading 30.
Based on one week. When 30 was still looming. There’s a rumble in your ear when it’s silent, sounds like machine gun fire. You enjoy watching nature shows. “Your hair grows back, but not THAT fast” is your new approach to haircuts. All you hear is a clock “tick tock tick tick”. (I forget if… Continue reading What it means to be 30, apparently.
I am a verbal processor. I do not know what I think until I say it out loud. I am a two on the Enneagram. After, I say it out loud I want the other person to validate me or I will try to change what I said, change who I am, or take it… Continue reading S Made Me Do It
Coffee and Vulnerability 