"How's the campaign going?"
It's the question I get most often. It's also the question I'm never quite sure how to answer.
Good? ... Great! ... Your guess is as good as mine. ... We'll see May 17th!
The truth - I suppose - all depends on what you're measuring.
This weekend we hosted a Winter ONE-derland party in honor of Felix's first birthday. Considering this child was born during a snow, it seemed like an appropriate theme. Well, the weather had other plans and it was 70 and sunny! I could have hosted the dang party outside!
For my 30th birthday, I created a list of 30 things I wanted to do. One was to write a historical fiction short story. This is the story and as Ruby keeps calling to me here lately. I thought I'd share it here.
One of Nicholas's New Year's resolutions was to try freezer meals. He'd prepped meals for the week on and off through 2015 and wanted to see how it would work to prepare an entire month's worth. Then, we could just pull a meal from the deep freeze, throw it in the crockpot, and on a busy day dinner would be waiting for us.
On November 1st, I signed a pledge to write a 50,000 word novel by November 30th.
I did not invent this ridiculous deadline. I am joining thousands of writers in National Novel Writing Month. The idea being that you just get out of your own way and WRITE. No endless plotting and planning. No stalling to edit. No being paralyzed by perfection.
1,600 words a day. Sit down and type.
I'm halfway through and 24,852 words in and I'm exhausted.
Dear 15-year-old Sarah,
First of all, let's talk about your hair. It's glorious! You will not appreciate that hair until it starts falling out in chunks after your first baby but dang it's so thick and SHINY. You won't have it that long again so enjoy it. You should also enjoy that beautiful complexion, which you falsely believe to have acne.
You don't know acne, girl.
On this week's episode of Pantsuit Politics, Beth and I ask if the recent uproar over an email regarding Halloween costumes at Yale is evidence of increasing intolerance among college students.
(Spoiler: Not really...)
I hate cleaning floors. Several years ago, I admitted cleaning floors was a thing I don't do. I pay a wonderful woman to come clean my house every couple of weeks and I had just decided that was going to have to be good enough.
Unfortunately, I learned I also hate dirty floors.
First, everyone, thank you so much for all the kind words for Pantsuit Politics! Beth and I are so excited to have interesting discussions with each other and having all of you cheer us on makes it so much better.
Last year, in the midst of my Emerge Kentucky training, I had a brilliant idea. I would start a podcast about women and politics! I had a long list of people to interview. I even recorded one. I bought a microphone and had the amazing Pam Huber design the amazing logo you see above.
I'm participating in Emily P. Freeman's monthly What We Learned, a community link up where you "take some time to reflect on the last 30-ish days before moving ahead into the next."
In fact... I love this idea so much that I'm sharing what I've learned weekly in my Saturday morning email so subscribe if you haven't yet!
