Lindsay Brown

Whenever there is nothing on TV, we send the kids off to sleepovers with their friends, grab a bottle of wine, and turn on John Mulaney’s newest Netflix special — highly recommend.

There really are only upsides to this quitting thing.

No longer am I on a quest only to lose weight for appearance’s sake; instead, it is health, happiness, and life’s longevity that keeps me moving forward.

By focusing on areas that you love about yourself and your spouse, this helps soften the blow when it’s time to talk about the tough stuff, such as areas for improvement.

My kids ask me from their perches in the backseat why I stare into cars. The answer is easy: to catch a glimpse into another person’s life.

My husband is not a dog person.

I think about how so many things have changed. Perhaps it isn’t yet ornery teenagers that we are fending off, but I can see the shift in the making.

The gremlin is ruthless in his accusations.

After defeat, it was our reawakening.

It has come to my attention that I am a pervert.

When we hear of hard-knock cases that have had to move their families into shelters, or new countries for that matter, to escape poverty, war, natural disasters, danger, we say, “Well if that was me, I’d…”
The reality is that it isn’t us. Until it is.

I knew there was something wrong with me. I assumed it was because the labor was so difficult. If I waited long enough, all of my bad feelings would suddenly go away.

There are strange voices in my house.