Blog 2017-05-09T18:46:07-06:00

I can’t unhear that.

One of the lowest points I can remember from cancer treatment had nothing to do with me. I was only a witness. 8am in the cancer center found me waiting for appointment number six billion when I overheard the couple sitting behind me. I don't know what they looked like.

By | August 15th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|7 Comments

On Mother’s Day. As a not mom.

The question typically comes just a few minutes into small talk with a stranger. And it stops the convo cold. Them: "Do you have kids?" Me: "No" SCREEEEEEEEECH. *crickets* *whippoorwill* *incredibly awkward silence* I try to bail them out with, "I have dogs instead, they're much easier." But the damage

By | May 3rd, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|5 Comments

On Groupon. And our trade secret.

We have never once done business with Groupon. Unless you count "business" as them calling and emailing incessantly even after being asked to stop calling and emailing. So how surprised was I to find this incredibly strange (and completely inaccurate) description of Milagro on their website? I anxiously awaited their

By | April 18th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|2 Comments

Poop bags and rocket boosters.

I often wonder, if I added up all the wasted seconds, how many hours of my life I've spent trying to open plastic bags (produce bags at the grocery store, bathroom trash can liners, poop bags at the dog park, you know). And none of these situations are an ideal

By | April 5th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|1 Comment

The New Year.

New year, you're saying? Ashley, it's March. Yes, but on the Ashley calendar, March = New Year. I return to life when daylight savings begins (although having ACTUAL SUNLIGHT is helpful, Kansas). Add March Madness plus opening day = all is well in the world. And for the last 10

By | March 29th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|3 Comments

If a grandma falls in the forest.

It’s been a year since she died but I still see reminders of Grandma every day. Mostly in the handmade pieces of her that live in my house. Needlepoint tea towels. Quilts. Afghans. Crocheted hand towels. {Want to hear what a horrible person I am? Once, Grandma was helping me

By | March 20th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|3 Comments