The first month of the pandemic was an odd but welcome respite. Then one month turned into four months and four months turned into six months and that initial hiatus somehow turned into my everyday. I knew I’d get to the blog when all “this” was over. Then six months later “over” never came, but the domain invoice for themorganyouknow.com still did.
Read MoreAny approach to better health, regardless of the method or motivation, is completely reliant on the person. Perhaps the woman in the now controversial Peloton ad was motivated by the $2,000 price tag on the bike in her opulent living room. For me, motivation comes from how much more I can push myself just to see if it’s possible. It’s also now in a concerted effort not to let down the little screen on my wrist that’s clearly judging my every move.
Read MoreLast Friday night, our house nearly burned to the ground. Fortunately, we just so happened to be in the right place at the right time with the ability to act quickly, but why? Was it karma’s way of rewarding me for a lifetime of respect for (and fear of) electricity? I think so.
Read MoreIn terms of motherhood, I’ve gotten used to the wonder, the worry, and the second-guessing. I’ve even gotten used to the guilt, the self-loathing, and the inexplicable time-travel that has taken me from 2011 to 2019 in the blink of an eye. What I haven’t gotten used to though – what I’ll never get used to – are the questions involving my uterus.
Read MoreWhile I typically try to write with a certain degree of diplomacy, on this magical day of Festivus, I allow myself to complain freely about a few things that have bothered me all year long. Here. you will find my top five grievances of 2019. Enjoy.
Read MoreA lot of women use Halloween as an opportunity – not as an excuse – to flaunt their bodies, to revel in their bodies, and to enjoy themselves, even if for one night, portraying a seductive character they would never dare depict in real life. They are not sluts. They are not out to get your man. No, what they are is basking in a fanciful world of few garments, celebrating the skin they’re in. And who the hell are we to tell them no?
Read MoreWomen don’t love fall because of pumpkin spice lattes or apple picking with the kiddos. No, we love fall because it’s that time of year when we feel the most relaxed; the most like ourselves. Sure, there’s still work and chores and bills and homework and all the other mundane yet sometimes erratic things that come up all year long, but aside from the fall TV lineup, there’s not a lot new going on and we welcome it, just like we welcome that second blanket, too.
Read MoreOver the years, I’ve learned the responsibilities of a good administrative assistant involve much more than clerical work. In addition to maintaining schedules, arranging meetings, making copies, and running errands, administrative assistants also act as gatekeepers, bookkeepers, archivists, support systems, confidants, and therapists. Many of them have also become some of my dearest friends.
Read MoreRod and I began our lives in Indianapolis over 10 years ago after graduating from Ball State. In the time since we left the Circle City and moved to Mishawaka, we bought a house, had a child, and entered some kind of early to mid-30s time warp that involved losing complete touch with the changing times and the evolution of the city we once called home. This week, I returned to Indy to reflect upon how much has changed in the time since we left and realized it’s not so much the city I miss, but the freedom of life in my 20s.
Read MoreA few weeks ago, I sat in an audience of 50 and watched my oldest childhood friend perform standup comedy for the first time. While watching her get on stage and deliver jokes wasn’t as horrifying as actually doing it myself, I definitely still wanted to throw up. Read about how although different things can motivate two different storytellers, they can still learn a thing or two from one another even after all these years.
Read MoreI decided to become a blogger at a time when the written word has dwindled to nothing more than a hashtag and a location. No one reads anymore and, as a writer, in order to even attempt to get people to read what I write, I’m forced to post pictures and videos and gifs and filters and stickers and other sophomoric items in which I have very little interest. Do I want you to feel sorry for me? Maybe a little.
Read MoreSeveral years ago, my then boss asked me if I worry about hearing loss when I’m older due to my love of live music. I told him the only thing I worry about when it comes to getting older is not having a good story to tell. In the past week, I visited two venues to see two bands for a total of three shows. My ears are still ringing and my inner hope chest of stories is overflowing. I can see my former boss shaking his head now.
Read MoreOn Instagram and Facebook, my child is a pillar of wit and stunning good looks. He’s the funniest. The brightest. The most handsome. A true gift of God’s love, one candid shot away from taking Jesus’ spot at the right hand of the throne. But in real life, he can be quite the rascal. Read about the grand illusion that is my kid’s social media presence in this week’s blog.
Read MoreSadly, women don’t divulge their dissatisfaction with their feet nearly as freely as they do their dissatisfaction with their waistlines or double chins. It’s gross. It’s ugly. It’s feet. But I’ve found something that actually helps to cure what woes so many of us and I’m here to share it with you (pictures included) .
Read MoreSummer or winter, Rod and I are an animated pair at concerts. We go to dance and applaud and fully immerse ourselves in a world we don’t have the opportunity to experience every day. Unfortunately, fellow concertgoers at a recent John Mellencamp concert didn’t feel the same way. Winter fans, I’ve come to realize, are the real problem with seeing indoor shows.
Read MoreOur journey of pet parenthood started about 15 years ago with a commitment to never owning a dog. What we’ve realized over time, however, is that nearly everything we have said we would never do in terms of owning animals has happened and that making plans when it comes to pets is both futile and silly.
Read MoreJust as Hoosiers have become accustomed to being the butt of every other state’s jokes, we’re also quite used to the drastic change in weather. Unfortunately, what we’ve never gotten totally comfortable with is the flurry of emotions we feel before and during the time we’re completely snowed in.
Read MoreAll my life I’ve always wanted to make the music I love, but the only instrument I ever really learned to play was the oboe. If played correctly, the oboe can be the highlight of any orchestral movement. If played incorrectly, you’d swear a duck just died a tragic death. Despite not playing for roughly 15 years, there’s always been one piece of music I’ve wanted to learn that I’ve left dusty and unattended to on my bucket list, and that song is Terrapin Station by the Grateful Dead.
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