HOUSE OF KB

I have always wanted to write. I have, actually, for years. But I don't think the adolescent ramblings of a tween or the documentation tendencies of a young adult count. I've recently reread them. So I can tell you, they don't. Now I need a place to be free. Unfettered. As I figure out this new space and place in my life. Newly single mom. Business owner. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend. But no longer wife. Grab a cup, sit on the comfy couch and chat with me.

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Falling in love.

This summer I ran away. I actually ran "home". I took the kids to Maine for the weekend to hang out with friends I've had since elementary school. One to prove that I could. To myself. One to get away and breathe. Because these women have been my companions since 4th grade, whenever we are together, wherever that is, it feels like home. And the air is always clearer there. This is the trip, I can say now, where I started to fall in love with myself again. To see my worth. To

The heaviness of the crown.

This is one of my favorite instagram accounts. Thug Unicorn. The writing speaks to me. Soothes me. Reassures me. Fires me up. I loved the line about the heaviness of the crown. It made me feel so inspired and worthy. Which is a little new. Because of life and my survival seclusion. But I have been watching The Crown and I thought, yes, this is my year. To bear the heaviness of the crown. Then I had to pray I bore it more like Queen Elizabeth and a lot less like King Ralph. Kn

Mis(sed)fortune

Right. So this came about 4 hours too late. That whole - wait x hours before sending an angry text? Yeah, I totally did not do that. The more you know. ☄

Fundamental YOU.

Some months ago I was helping a sister-friend navigate the emotions and metamorphosis of her divorce. Honestly having no idea I would be following a similar path some months later. She was talking about who she was when she was with her husband and embodying the role of wife. As compared to who she was/is now since the marriage has ended. It occurred to me that she didn't change so much as return to her fundamental self. The truest part of her that she didn't lose while she w

Shades of gray.

Before we got married, we talked about infidelity. For the ex, it was a dealbreaker. No gray area. If I did it, he was done, we were done. It was over. No question or conversation. I was less black and white about it. I understood that there are various types of affairs. I didn't want to experience any of them but, to me, a drunk one night stand was less awful than him telling someone else all his hopes, dreams and frustrations. A lay was more palatable to me than a new best

50-50.

I have decided that dry shampoo, no matter the fragrance, smells like equal parts shame and relief. Like - oh, thank god, I made it another day without having to shower - but also - wait, how many days is it now??

True Life: I'm a mom.

A few months ago I got each of the boys a fish. I don't know why. I have made better decisions. I have made worse ones. But that's a lengthy post for another time. So we got these fish. The boys were thrilled. They were talking to them and feeding them and even convinced they had taught them to do tricks. Then Tristan's fish started to...fail. Yes, in health. But even more so in basic fish skills. It was swimming upright. Like head to the top and tail to the bottom. And not e

And the decimal??

You lot, you know I love a good bag. Love it. I have no issue spending good money on a quality, classic, well-made bag. And this bag is gorgeous. I really am sucked in by that neckline. But this is a diaper bag. It's gonna get poop on it, in it, around it, under it. ALL the prepositions. It's going to have milk and formula spills. It's going to have a nice layer of crushed goldfish and teething biscuits somewhere. And, yes, even some puke. So, at this cost? It better walk its

I'm sorry. What?

Maybe it's the mom in me. But this is NOT what I think of when I think of a blowout. Nor do I think a blowout is fun. I mean, getting your hair done? Sure. But other than that it's a tire, your sports team getting crushed or poop being everywhere. Like have to throw the clothes out, the dad is dry heaving everywhere. This needs a new name. Immediately. I submit - Annoying air crinkle tongue. Just off the top of my head. #birthday #birthdayparty #firstbirthday #goodiebag #gift

My mother told me.

It occurs to me that I spend lots of my adult time trying to recreate the joy and freedom that was my childhood. The ease of my to-do list and the relative stress-free days. When decisions were made with fortune tellers and magic 8 balls. Things seemed to work out pretty okay. So maybe it's time to go back to the basics. Honestly, how much more screwed up could things get if I only used One Potato, Two Potato...my mother told me to choose the very best one and you are it! And