Were They Really The Good Ol’ Days?
Nostalgia has a flair for tenderizing rough patches from our memories. Granted, my unlined face and elevated ass are fondly remembered by many, but truth be told, our glory days…
Swimming Upstream
Author Unknown Swimming upstream is not something many would choose to do, unless you were a salmon with damn good reasons for doing crazy things. Yet, many of us do…
If You’re Cranky And You Know It, Stomp Your Feet
It’s fascinating to watch men soften as they age. We’re not talking wood here, we’re talking teddy bear temperament. And here I sit, all crotchety and cantankerous. PMS rage has…
Divorce…The End Of An Error
In our early years, the running joke was if one of us left the marriage, you had to take the kids with you. The thought of single-parenting toddlers kept us…
I Need A Job
Jobs I would be terrible at Hooker ✶ It would suck. Cab Driver ✶ If I wanted to pick up strangers in the night...see, hooker. Pharmacist ✶ One for you,…
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…
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!…
