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When I was a child, my family called me “the party police”.  I was that kid who would march around the house telling all the guests at the party the rules of the house.  If someone would break a rule, little 6 year old cappuccino queen would have a meltdown.  Growing up, I always felt…

A few months before my son was born, Luc made a huge show of proposing to me.  In true sleezy Luc fashion, he also wouldn’t stop talking about how he spent months looking for the highest quality ring he could find.  He even showed me some receipt (likely one he made on his computer) so…

My new favorite drink at Starbucks is a Grande Soy Dirty Chai Latte. (I have my caffeine addicted sister to thank for getting me addicted to this particular drink)  A Dirty Chai Tea is just like a regular Chai, but it has a shot of expresso. (Note:  Today I am having a “coffee bean” kind…

One of the first things that I should have noticed that was off about Luc was his ability to shift reality to fit his own needs.  Luc will lie to your face, get caught in the lie, and still try to convince you that he did not lie to you and that, in fact, it…

My son loves the outdoors.  I imagine that my child would pitch a tent in the yard and move his crib into it if I let him.  The other day when we were on one of our numerous walks in the backyard amongst the trees, I picked him up and started to ballroom dance with…

Almost a year ago to this day I had to flee my ex’s house with my two week old son and not much more than the clothing on our backs.  (I was still bleeding from child birth) I felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on my head.  How could I have…

Someone very wise once told me that you can compare any tough situation to a pot of boiling water.  When you find yourself in a steaming pot of boiling water (insert traumatic or generally life altering event here), you will either be the egg, the carrot, or the coffee bean. 1)  The Egg:  This is…