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The Positive Facebook Effect

The Positive Facebook Effect

Facebook isn’t as bad as some of us think. It kind of saved me a couple weeks ago and reminded me that there are good people out there and that I’m not, we’re not, alone. I know there are people that say that Facebook is so fake and it’s full of nothing good, but I say “you are wrong” to those people. Sure, I’ve rolled my eyes at the folks that post that everything is great all the time because we[...]

24 Years, 3 Feet, and 100 Hours of Therapy

24 Years, 3 Feet, and 100 Hours of Therapy

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ABUSE I have written before about my date rape experience, and why I support rape crisis centers.  I’m pretty much an open book when it comes to all that.  I don’t mind talking about it because I’ve worked very hard to heal the damage done, and because my voice might mean the difference between hurt and health for another person. I also don’t mind talking about it because Raped is not who I am. Rape is only something[...]

I’m Tired of All the Noise on the Internet

I'm Tired of All the Noise on the Internet

    I’m tired of all the noise on the Internet. It’s exhausting. I’m tired of clickbait. I’m tired of “controversial” posts and headlines that start with “Unpopular Opinion!” as if that’s a selling point, and I’m tired of “Open Letters” where people complain about the person who offended them at the grocery store. Why not just say something to the lady in the grocery store? I’m tired of all the noise on the Internet. We spend a lot of time here. Why do we insist on[...]

Racism Begins – And Ends – In The Home

Racism Begins – And Ends – In The Home

    Friends, this post is more than a little bit out of character for me. You may have noticed that I very, very rarely comment on current events. I’ve long recognized that I lack a sort of fast-twitch blogger muscle in my brain; I prefer to mull and mull and mull things over before I comment on them, and often by the time I’ve pulled together what feels like a thoughtful, fair, helpful response, the moment has passed. When I learned of the shocking massacre of[...]

How to Dance With Your Father

How to Dance With Your Father

    I’ve been searching the Internet for weeks now, trying to pick the perfect song for the father-daughter dance at my wedding. I’m marrying the love of my life on June 27, and I’ve been swept up in dress fittings, ring shopping, housewarming, and daydreaming about our future together.   I’m not stressing out about the little things you see on wedding reality shows - like the flowers, the color of the tablecloths, and so on, but I do want the song I dance with my father to be[...]

Baby, You’re My Firework

Baby, You're My Firework

    In the midst of a dreaded Walmart run, I had a moment. Don’t worry. This isn’t a teary-eyed post. It will be a celebration of sorts. A celebration that it was MY kid having a meltdown and not yours. Come on. Admit it. When you see a child sobbing for a new toy or screaming from exhaustion, you feel a tremendous sense of relief that it’s someone else’s kid and not yours. You feel a little more “normal” knowing that other children[...]

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