Author Archives: Cool Mum

My funny and cool and completely inspirational husband just had his birthday. Since I don’t have a good track record with baking things, I wrote a poem instead.

Happy Birthday, Cool Dad! I wrote this to tell the world how amazing you are!

If it weren’t for you
I’d be a nun
Wearing my hair
In a little bun

Who would’ve wanted
This foolish girl
Who had no direction
And an unruly curl

The day we met
I knew not my dreams
You showed me the way
By following yours, it seems

I clearly remember
The day you asked me mine
I said I didn’t know
I thought life was fine

A few years later
Stepped out of a cab
We had the same dream
That would require two to grab

He led us together
To at all costs chase love
We’ll do it together
Til we both go above

And if you went first
You know I would say
There is no one else
I will follow our way

One and only
Who took me in for worse or better
On this day you were born
And I will thank God forever!

Cool Dad's grandma. 89 years of cool.

Up until the age of 18, most of us are under the authority of the previous generations. They are our teachers, our lunch ladies, our pastors, and our parents.

Then we break free, cut our ties, and start building our lives without them.

Speaking for myself, I think I went too far with it. It took me about 31 years to realize that I am guilty of being a bit of an ageist in my thoughts toward the previous generations. I guess I’ve been a little paranoid about someone coming around telling me, a girl who was CLEARLY wise beyond her years, what to do.  Continue reading

It had been over two years since I’d had a long stretch of quiet and rest, when the idea occurred to me.

“You are feeling depleted. Go away for a night!”

I first checked Travelzoo for overnight deals. Nothing good. Somehow I stumbled upon an Episcopal monastery that had a guesthouse. Included in the price were chapel services 5 times a day with chanting monks, along with gourmet meals 3 times a day.  Continue reading