There’s a new theory out there. One I think we can all relate to.
History has seen many famous psychologists: Descartes – the father of modern philosophy, Pavlov and his dogs, Maslow with his hierarchy of needs, Frued’s issues with his mother, identity-crisis Erikson, Jung and his introverted/extroverted personalities, Piaget’s studies of children, and now, Dahlia Lithwick.
I’ve known for weeks now I was slated to be today’s featured writer on Studio30 Plus (an awesome social media site for writers – go check it out.)
“Would you like to be our featured writer on July 2?”
Absolutely! Of course! What an honor! I can’t wait to get my work out there for more to see! Networking! Community! Pretend I’m a real writer! Also, this will be a fantabulous excuse to procrastinate writing the next chapter of my book.
Wait. Now I have to write something. Continue reading
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Disclaimer: I make no claims that the below apply solely to BoyParents. I’m sure these traits fit GirlParents too. However, I only have boys – so that’s how it’s getting labeled. Continue reading
I meant to write a recap of my weekend adventures yesterday. But then I got all excited about having my writing published in another location – even if it was a bit of a heavy subject. So today I thought we could all use a little bit of fluff.
And also, I’m avoiding the giant laundry pile taunting me upstairs.
Now, here’s a bit of insight into my world: comments are like blogger crack. Sometimes All the times it’s nice to be reminded that my words aren’t flailing about in a void of nothingness. Continue reading
I found this website – Geek Mom. Meh. Not really me. I mean I’ve always been a book nerd, but this was a different genre of geek.
Then over in the right hand column I noticed the banner ad. “LA Police Gear. 5.11 Tactical.” As I consumed my morning coffee, “LA Police Gear. 5.11 Tactical.” mug firmly in hand.
Huh.
Am I a Geek Mom? Continue reading
(I don’t typically post press releases. But this company is near and dear to my heart; it’s a family thing. And also, I wrote it.)
Football fans celebrate the 2012 NFL Draft in style with a variety of licensed outdoor leisure products.
MOORPARK, Calif., April 9, 2012 – Picnic Time, wholesaler and manufacturer of the world’s finest outdoor leisure and entertaining products, today announced that a selection of licensed totes, baskets, coolers, and accessories will be available in the NFL Shop At Draft, the first-ever NFL pop-up store in New York City, launched to celebrate new apparel partnerships and the 2012 NFL draft.
This whole line of discussion got started with writer’s block. (You see what happens when you leave us writers to our own devices? And also likely wine.)
I was working on my contribution to “I’m Too Sexy for my Cat” over at This Is Mommyhood. (Trust me, you’re welcome.) And, as part of my due diligence research, I asked my friend Adam who he thought was sexy. And he defined it.
My kindergarten teacher wrote on my report card, “Tricia spends too much time playing with the boys.” (Perhaps, but I can play a mean game of pickle.) Over the years, I’ve had the opportunity to hone my own definition of sexy. Continue reading
I am, I am, I am Superman and I know what’s happening.
I am, I am, I am Superman and I can do anything.
I went to lunch with a friend recently. “Holy shit, you’re wearing real clothes!” 90% of the time I see you, you’re in ratty sweatpants with barf/poo stained t-shirt or sweatshirt,” he exclaimed. Continue reading
STOP THE PRESSES! (Actually, don’t stop – since they’re presently printing me.)
Drop everything and go find a copy of Redbook Magazine – March 2012 edition! RIGHT NOW. I’ll wait. (You’re looking for page 19.)
My first piece in a nationally syndicated magazine has just hit newsstands. And our words are about to be seen by a circulation of 2.2 million people. Thanks peeps! Couldn’t have been so snarky without you.
Oh. My. God. Continue reading
Musicality is embedded in my genes. My grandfather was a Big Band guitarist. My cousin is a budding saxophoning phenom. I played piano and fancied myself a budding composer until retiring as a starving artist in fifth grade when Mrs. Soyster moved to San Francisco.
Tangent: Isn’t every child forced to take piano lessons until age 10? In other news, we have a piano in our house now. And both a right- and left-handed guitar – electric and acoustic. And I bought a drum set for my friend’s 2-year old (because being on hospital lockdown makes you find odd ways of amusing yourself do crazy things). Surprisingly, she still talks to me. But I digress… Continue reading
