Originally Published 09.20.10 Me and this blog have been having a bit of a stand-off lately. (And by lately, I mean for going on about eleven months now.) It has a lot to do with the postpartum depression I haven’t really talked about, and the crippling, silencing shame I felt while lost in that abyss, but the way it’s manifested… Read more →
Author: Morgan
Blast From The Past: Mazel Tov, 13-Year-Old-Me
[Hi Dudes. I’m in NY, but my blog is not. So, to keep the blood flow moving around these parts {because don’t you hate it when your blog falls asleep?} I thought I’d republish a few of my personal favorite posts from years past. This particular vintage tidbit was selected as a BlogHer Voice Of The Year in 2010, which… Read more →
Born To Be Wild
Learning to ride a motorcycle is an emotional undertaking. I don’t think that’s a chick thing, either. I think across the board if you can give yourself over to the experience then it’s going to give your confidence a kick in the rear. Especially the way the world is right now. All over-connected and socially mediated and all that jazz.… Read more →
Dee-stagram
Tomorrow evening I leave for five days in New York. I will miss this face. Lately, I’ve been all over The818’s Facebook page, adding steaming fresh piles of content for you to waste time on. Have you given it a like? It would make me feel warm inside. Read more →
I Hate Hope
It was a mantra of mine for a while. After Delilah was born, I was depressed for a really long time. Much, much longer than I really realized or was willing to admit. Mental illness is a funky chicken like that — it’s so organic in the way it twists your mind you think your thoughts are perfectly normal. That’s… Read more →
I Need Black Wedges (Yes, I Do Mean Need.)
I never buy new shoes. Like, EVER. Because the investment terrifies me, and I want to pick good ones. Which kind of makes outfits hard because while I have a closet full from my serious shopaholic days, my feet grew two sizes in pregnancy and I don’t have the pain tolerance to suck it up. Anyway, it has become apparent… Read more →
E is for Effort.
A week from now, I’ll be in New York. Surrounded by people. Real LIVE! ADULT! people. {I capitalized live adult to show my excitement but now it just looks dirty. I swear, no one will be naked. At least, no one plans to be. I also never planned to pose for this picture.} {Uhhhh…NSFW? I don’t think I’ve ever had… Read more →
Floating on Paper Wings
Can’t get enough of this shop. Read more →
Sweet Little Lies
It’s no secret my girl is tempestuous. So, there are a couple of areas in which my formerly go-with-the-flow laid back husband and I have had to institute a “zero tolerance” policy with little miss Dee. Namely hitting. The girl hits peers, dogs, and full-grown adult men indiscriminately and without warning…not to mention me…in my face…it’s like she took the… Read more →
Legacy
We’ll tell all we know of suspect, but I’ll try not to use his name much. History should remember those who died, not their killer. @AC360 — Anderson Cooper (@andersoncooper) July 21, 2012 By now, we’ve all had a moment to absorb what happened in the wee hours of yesterday in Aurora, Colorado. I know I have. I’ve read obsessively,… Read more →