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I’m So Sick of Double Standards

I could write an entire sonnet on double standards. Things I’ve experienced in my family, in my personal life, and, of course, in entertainment. I’m so sick of them, I could scream from the top of a building until my throat is raw and I’m bleeding out. Recently, an issue occurred where a man behaved…

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I’m Not The Cool Mom. Sorry, Not Sorry.

Today my daughter turns 12 years old and she’s getting her first phone. Some parents have been really lovely and understanding and have had similar phone journeys as we have, but others have been straight-up judgemental. Uncool. Would you like to hear my elevator speech? I nearly have it perfect I’ve given it so many…

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Teens, Social Media and Mental Health

As a woman who suffers from mental health disorders including generalized anxiety disorder and a type of depression, I’m acutely aware of all the ways society deems to destroy mental health in our world. Just ask my insurance company, oh wait, I forgot, they don’t care and that’s why I pay 100% out of pocket…

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The Decision Making Dilemma

I’m a decisive person. I don’t typically struggle to make a decision. I wouldn’t say I make knee-jerk decisions, but I think about what’s most important to me and I go with it. Sometimes things don’t work out or someone might question why I did what I did, especially if given new information five minutes…

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Recipe For: A Wife

My husband encouraged me to write this post. I was hesitant because I fear it will bias as hell since I’m obviously super fab and killing it every day. Wow, I almost said that with a straight face! Good for me! Being a wife is the hardest job I’ve ever undertaken. Maybe not even just…

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Are Boundaries Making Us Selfish?

This week on one of my favorite podcasts, The Absolutely Not Podcast with Heather McMahan, the comedian posed an interesting idea: boundaries are making us selfish. Jigga what? Jigga who? Admittedly, I laughed when she said it. She’s a comedian, that’s the job. As she went on to describe why she felt this way, I…

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My Heavy Heart: Gun Violence in Our World

Before we get started, reminders: these are my thoughts and feelings. That does not mean they are gospel. This is not a forum to fight. Anyone who gets out of control will be promptly blocked, deleted, and otherwise ousted. Every time there’s a mass shooting in our world, I’m completely devastated. It absolutely breaks my…

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Battle Wounds For My Warriors: It’s Okay To Ask For Help

I don’t know about you, but recently I have felt like I wake up every day ready to wage on through the same war and fight a new battle. There are certain battles I’ve been fighting for a few years specifically when it comes to education. I respect our educators and honor the hard work…

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Recipe For: A Husband

I’ve decided to start sharing a series on this blog called Recipes For. I thought if we’re getting spicy, somebody better be checking out what’s happening in the kitchen! Recently, a friend, who is struggling in her marriage, said to me, “If this is the recipe for a husband, I need a different recipe.” I…


Don’t Label My Daughters

As a female, and now the mom of two girls, I’ve seen more than my fair share of double standards. It’s interesting how when it’s you dealing with the crap, you kind of just sling it and forget it, but when you see it happening to your kids … it’s a whole other ballgame. One…

When Did Our Girls Get So Sassy?

When Did Our Girls Get So Sassy?

Okay, so, I love the sass. Big fan. Seriously, can’t get enough. Huge eye-roller. I’m pretty sure my parents didn’t know my exact eye color when I was growing up for this exact reason, but I feel at some point between my teen-angsty mid-nineties youth and now we have gone wildly astray. It’s like our…

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About Heather

(So, my web designer says I needed to include a bio, though I find this task silly because, if you’re here, you know me.)

I’m a writer. It’s what I do. It’s a cathartic mechanism when I need release from my anxiety. I’ve had blogs in the past; I’ve taken them down, but I never stopped writing. I simply can’t. My notes app is forever long as it’s filled with pages and pages of different topics. Sometimes I just write a few sentences. Sometimes I write paragraphs.

Recently, I've been writing long essays. My friends and others I hold dear have coaxed me into sharing my work again.

So that's what I'm doing, you wicked, pushy people. LOL

I have no desire to see my writing be anything more than an opportunity to share what I love doing most. I have no interest in this blog reaching the masses.

I thought it would be fun to call it My Spicy Disaster because that's often how I feel. A complete mess of epic proportion. So join me, if you'd like, and let's pretend we're not sitting amongst the chaos crying, but laughing instead.

Or maybe we do cry sometimes, but then wipe our tears and remember one person’s disaster is another person’s … well, who the hell knows …