Britany B
Britany is currently lost in Houston, but not worried because she brought plenty of snacks. An avid traveler with a wild, squishy heart--she birthed one baby in New Orleans, the other, in Amsterdam. She recently bought a dog, named him Dragon, and brags to strangers about it. In a former life, she owned a wedding planning business; misses the free cake, the most. When she isn’t avoiding cooking AT ALL COSTS, she is trying to squeeze out some good words, hoping to make a living by using her imagination and pen to scare children (the next great kidlit series, they say). She prefers her drinks dirty. Is anxious. Kind of wishes it was Halloween. And will likely hug you a beat too long and make it weird.
Dear Sister :: I Swaddle and I Know Things {Motherhood Secrets from your Big...
Sister,
Just to be clear, while you are rocking that bump, I could literally beat you in ANY footrace.
Also, I'd likely dominate at anything that...
Chance of Rain :: The Seven Day Storm {A Panic Attack Story}
I didn’t politely sit down on the couch. I crumbled, face first, weary and defeated, into the nearest cushion.
Didn’t even glance for crumbs. Wouldn’t...
Leftovers :: Scars, Party Napkins, and Other Remains
I try not to take it personally—I’m not known for my cooking prowess or adventurous nature in the kitchen.
It’s certainly not why he married...
On Humility :: A Mother Brags About Befriending Monsters and Lying to Her Children
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This story doesn't end well.
Not knowing...
Turning Pages :: Read Across America Day
I remember exactly how many pages my mother got through before pausing to lick the very tip of her right index finger. An almost...
The Things We Give :: Pretzel-colored Eyes and the Night Sky
“Mama, what color are your eyes?”
It seems obvious. But I'll play along.
If I had to say a specific color, I’d say it’s a toss...
On Cheer :: Anxiety and the Holidays {We’re Gonna Need Stronger Nog}
Dolly's voice normally signifies the beginning of my holiday season. The Chipmunks, though not as reliable, often have the same affect.
I'm a sentimental fool....
Hindsight :: The Importance of Scattered Legos and Coffee Dates
I am a horrible mother.
We were five minutes late for morning circle time. Again. His teachers, disappointed, but not shocked. I gave them my...
On Dreaming :: Bright Lights and Chasing Big Things
I married a rockstar. Hair, natural and long, the reason for some of his best tips. He had a rendition of Rocketman that would...
We’re Gonna Need Bigger Hats :: Making Houston Home
My walls are bare, I never unpacked the good dishes, and I still don’t know my neighbor’s name.
{Their dog's name is Buddy; I'm not...