Month: July 2013


July 30, 2013 / 0 Comments

Sorry readers!  That last post wasn’t a post. In my post-Blogher catchup frenzy (which is entirely different than a ketchup frenzy) I jotted down a few notes for a future post … and then I hit “publish” instead of “save.” Oy. So if you got a weird email from me, ignore that shit. Carry on.…

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I’m not here

July 24, 2013 / 0 Comments

I‘m not here right now. Why? Because I’m headed to Chicago for Blogher 13! It’s bound to be a shit show (at least, it will be if it’s anything like last year). Follow me on Twitter @singlemommaTSJ or on my Facebook  page to get my live updates. I’m scared for myself already. Smell ya later, peeps!  …

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Saturday Morning Gratitude

July 20, 2013 / 0 Comments

This morning I am thankful for all the complicated beauty that comes along with having people in my life, letting people into my heart and saying yes! when people invite me into theirs. Specific gratitude today for: My friend Maria. It’s her birthday. When I first met her, more than 23 birthdays ago, we sorta…

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Ask Trish: When do I trust my gut?

July 18, 2013 / 0 Comments

It’s time for Ask Trish! But first, THANKS for your questions. I actually have a bit of a queue at the moment. How cool are you people? (Answer: Super cool.) This week’s question is a follow-up from last week’s dating question. As a little update, our doubting dating diva from last week has reported that…

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I’m glad I’m not black

July 18, 2013 / 2 Comments

My regular Thursday “Ask Trisk” feature will be up later today. I just had to post this first.  I‘m glad I’m not black. Why? One reason: If I were, then my little four-year old son would grow into a black teenage boy someday. Being a black teenage boy in this country has to be a…

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The day I almost put my child in a dumpster

July 16, 2013 / 8 Comments

So who else went dumpster diving last weekend? Saturday was one of those high-intensity parenting days where the kids fought all day — loudly and with much enthusiasm — at home and in public. Mommy (that’s me) had no patience left. Mommy (again, me) had already texted this message to another mom who was bringing…

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