It's been five years
/A few mornings a month I wake to a familiar throbbing at the base of my skull. I toss and turn, sometimes writhe, until I peel back the covers and go in search of ibuprofen.
Read MoreA few mornings a month I wake to a familiar throbbing at the base of my skull. I toss and turn, sometimes writhe, until I peel back the covers and go in search of ibuprofen.
Read MoreI work at a university. For my day job, that is. So I spend lots of time around undergraduates. When I first started working on campus I commented to my boss that that day must have been the day of tours for middle school students. “They’re everywhere,” I said.
Read MoreI am a little nervous. I’ve asked Eliza several times and she has said yes, without hesitation, every time. But still, I’m nervous. No one in our family knows what to expect but, as of last week, we are all expected.
Read MoreAnd on the list of Things No One Tells You About Parenthood, worms should fall just under lice and just before warts.
Read MoreTo understand my new mothering gig, I needed to write about it. Savagemama was born. A blog now spanning seven years, savagemama captures stories about my tiny daughters, my love of the IRS 1040, growing up Southern and occasionally posing in my underwear among other things.
In an effort to try and escape the middle-class debt trap, my family and I are embarking on an experiment to live rent-free for one year in a one-room, 282 square feet used-to-be-garage. My husband is going back to graduate school and we hope to avoid crushing student debt by living light and small.