“...I just want to be myself and go to the prom that I was supposed to have since I've known what prom was.” Constance McMillen



I have wanted to write about Constance McMillen, since her story began to

filter into mainstream media. If you aren’t familiar with her story,

click here

to read about how her school canceled prom instead of allowing her to

attend with her…

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I have been trying to write this post for well over a week. I am sure you have noticed that I haven’t posted much of anything along the lines of real writing in quite some time. Today I realized that if I don’t just do it, I may never write again because this is haunting me and any ounce of humor or self deprecation or whatever it is you come back to read day in and day out is being buried under this incredibly awful weight of something so unthinkable and horrible that I am unable to let it… Continue

I take on too much. I know that about myself, can't help it and then I pay the price. I push, push, push and eventually I push too far and the world starts spinning and I don’t mean figuratively. I mean I wake up in the middle of the night and feel like I am on the Teacups at Disneyland. Every time it happens I react like Redd Foxx. This is the big one and grab at my chest while quickly running through all the people who will wake up the next morning to hear the news. Not you people of course,… Continue

This Friday J and I will celebrate five years of marriage, hence the Ooph logo. I spent some time Sunday looking through our wedding photos and reminiscing about the day we got married. I know I am biased but it was an insanely fun wedding, complete with hay bales, cowboy hats, Budweiser and margarita popsicles to help our guests cope with the hot September afternoon. I have only looked at the photos one other time right after the wedding and… Continue

This morning I dropped Keenan off at 7:15 a.m. to begin his high school career. What choo talkin’ bout Willis? Yes, somehow I am of the age to have a high schooler and my sweet baby boy has legs covered in hair, a deep voice and fears wedgies. I was specifically instructed to stay as far away from the Senior parking lot as possible when I dropped him and his friend off. 





Senior parking lot? That’s your big fear? Because mine are drugs, alcohol, sex, heartbreaks, college, losing you… Continue