Monthly Archives: September 2015

September 24

The Kids are Alright!

  Everywhere you go, people are concerned about the state of the world today – the state of the economy; the politics; the environment…and ultimately, the state of people’s hearts. We’ve been told of their fears about our children, and the world they will inherit. We’ve listened to deep-seated and seemingly well-founded concerns about how their lives […]

September 21

What Are You Afraid Of?

You’re going where? my mother asks me. To Texas. To meet some of the women I blog with. Don’t do anything daring, she warns Like what? I say. It is 1960’s New Orleans. My mother stands in front of a full length mirror in a dressing room reminiscent of Blanche DuBois. The air ripples from the merciless summer […]

September 17

When We Flip it and Reverse it in Man(di) Cave

On Monday, I introduced you to a few of my friends from Long Awkward Pause. If you missed it click here to get caught up. You’re welcome. Since I’m always the one asking the questions, I thought it might be a little fun to have my guests swap sides with me and a few of […]

September 14

A Long Awkward Pause in the Man(di) Cave

I always look forward to the Man(di)Cave, but this week I’m more than my usual excited. Here’s why. One random Saturday, I sat on my couch watching College Game Day and perusing the internet. I stumbled upon an online humor magazine called Long Awkward Pause (a Humor Mag of Sorts.) I read something called The […]

The Shame of Food Love

Today’s post was submitted by a writer who is a friend of mine, Katie Cross. There are so many adjectives to describe her, I can hardly narrow it down. But I’ll try. She’s selfless, wicked-talented, supportive, generous, funny, approachable, kind, hard-working, adorable, and an award winning novelist. A friendship that seeded in the blogging world, […]

A Labor Day Highlight Reel (according to Mandi)

Every article that we publish means something to us. The story grabs us and makes us think, makes us laugh, sometimes makes us cry. Writing is often the result of bleeding one’s soul onto paper, and we’ve seen a lot of blood here. Beautiful, gripping, powerful blood. Today, I’m offering you a little bit of […]