Author Archives: lindsey

Skate or Die

I went to the skating rink recently with my kids. The PTA at our school is made up of a lot of college professors and that means they are like geniuses. And so they have the PTA meeting AT THE SKATING RINK, which is genius. Kids skate. PTA ptas. I don’t usually make it to

Gotta Go: Tales from the John

They (whoever they are) say that you spend like a quarter of your life in the bathroom. I’m not sure if that includes the time spent taking your small children to the bathroom. That may bump it up to more like 3/4 of your life. What I do know is that we spend a lot

Give Me My Freakin’ Cheese

The whole, “Who Moved My Cheese Thing,” really irritates to me. Now understand that I haven’t actually read the book and rumor is you can’t judge one by its cover. But here’s the deal. Doesn’t this presuppose that there is something wrong with ME because I’m pissed that SOMEONE ELSE moved my cheese? Why is

For The Record

Hi. It’s been a while. Since we last talked, I broke my leg, switched jobs and wrote a history of downtown Oklahoma City for a magazine that was worthy of a masters degree. Yet I still have no masters degree and now I can’t even run the marathon. I’m not sure what feat of superhuman

Oh Sister: The Outtakes

One of the funniest parts about the whole needing someone to go to breastfeeding class in case my sister is too overwhelmed to remember anything the day of delivery (besides that) was my Mom. Apparently Erin did not know that she was a formula baby. We all were. My Mom cut her baby feeding teeth

Oh Sister

I’m supposed to leave my sister’s breasts out of this. So I’ll be a good sister and obey. But when you send an e-mail asking if I’d be available to accompany you to a breastfeeding class as your Breast Feeding Support Partner (BFSP), you might as well have said a priest and a rabbi walk

The Centipede: Not Just A Fun Dance

You can’t have a good day everyday. If you did then you wouldn’t notice that they were good because you’d have nothing to compare them to. Bad days exist for the sole purpose of giving you context for the good ones. I’ve had gotten a lot of context in the last several days. Context that

An Ode to Brussels Sprouts

Brussels sprouts are like the newt of the vegetable world. You know those things your mom used to cover in butter or cheese whiz to try to make appealing to the prepubescent pallet and make you try just one bite before you were released from the dinner table? Brussels sprouts not newts. If your mom

Endurance Sports Cause Brain Damage

I went on my first long run of marathon 2012 training yesterday. I hadn’t thought there would be a marathon 2012 but then I realized that if the Mayans are right, I’d like to go out with a better marathon time than what I was able to accomplish in my last attempt. Last May 1

New Year Resolutions … for everyone else

I’m pretty satisfied in the amount of butt I kicked last year. So much so that I don’t feel the need to resolve to do anything this year. Yeah. I’m bragging. But I did do good last year. I ran a marathon. I visited New Orleans twice. I picked up some freelance writing gigs. I