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The Scourge of the Douche

A horrible scourge has entered the American lexicon and it pains me and my girl parts every single time it’s used. It’s the misuse of the word douche.

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I’m Sorry I Peed in the Soap

Saturday I overheard my six year old son whispered a confession to his little sister:
“Last night I peed in the soap bottle.” Read more
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Two Weeks in the Life of an Egg

Roadtrips are kind of awesome when I’m not the one in charge…

Two weeks ago, armed with a camera, some beautiful dresses, my smarts, and a yet to be discovered tiny fertilized egg, I hopped aboard the Jones Soda tour bus with seven strangers and embarked on a trip across the Arizona desert toward a tech, film, and musically- fantastic conference, otherwise known as SXSW in Austin Texas.  Read more

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Conversation with the Birthday Boy

Me: “What do you want for your birthday?”

5yr old: “A hawk eyed camera copter and studying my little sister’s brain.”

Me: “what?”

5yr old: “Get it, we’d donate her brain to a brain bank!”

Me: “um, I’ll see what Santa can do about the brain donation, ok?”

5yr old: “We should study his brain too, that guy is nuts.”