A Certain Number of Breaths
Last month, we lost one of our own. A pal since puberty surrendered his spirit after a five year battle with cancer. His death fired off a warning flare amongst…
The Sangria Sisters Are Published Authors!
Years ago, I stepped out of my comfort zone by submitting a story to a popular mommy blog. The piece was a heart and soul love letter to our firstborn…
Be Kind Muthaf#%$ers
After years of watching humanity implode, Mother Earth deserves a new moral code, Pandemics and politics up the wazoo, The other side shitting on your point of view. Like love…
Campfire Singalong Songs
Can you believe it's the last week of June? We're finally dusting off our social calendars with the promise of hot (golden) girl summer. After more than a year inside,…
A Ray of Hope
I hope to once again lick cheezie dust off my fingers without the fear of dying. I hope to hear a bartender ask, “Will that be shaken or stirred?” I…
Romancing The Bone
Harlequin romance introduced us to throbbing members, heaving bosoms, and honey pots. The formula was copy and paste, but women aren't skimming the pages looking for a plot. With 6.2…
Risky Business
When we were young, safety standards were a fuck of a lot lower than the heightened protocols of today. In lieu of a seat belt, Mom would slingshot her arm…
In Twenty Years Time…
By Donna Ashworth People will not ask the children of 2020 if they caught up with their studies. They will not ask them what grades they made, despite the year…
Gardening For Dirty Hoes and Bro’s
Where my hoes at? Mother Nature here, and I’m thirsting for a hot girl summer in the seedy part of your garden. Turn up the beet, ‘cause it’s party thyme!…
