I haven’t posted since 2017. I don’t know why. I should’ve been able to post a ton of content in 2020, but don’t know why I didn’t. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times my blog went down. And then my bestie’s husband would be kind enough to get it back up, […]
#MeToo
I was 23. It was January, 1999. I’d just left Central the previous spring, and was living at home with my parents. Money meant working at Marshall Fields (now Macy’s) while looking for a full time job more likely to develop into an actual career. The internet was just becoming mainstream with dial up capabilities, and as […]
Donald Trump IS Exactly Who We Need As President
I’m pretty sure all of you who know my political views are thinking I’ve either completely lost my mind or that I’m beginning to see the light. “Did Mo really just said that Donald Trump is exactly who we need as President? Really? Seriously? No, REALLY?” Really. Donald Trump IS exactly who we need as President. […]
… and then you try to say good bye
Mo’s note: I originally wrote this last July in the days after losing my friend, Laura Valko Vasseur, to a stroke but didn’t publish it as things were too fresh, too sad. She was six weeks from her 40th birthday. It’s been almost five years since Jen and I put out the call on […]
Keep Calm and Resolve On
So I turned 40 this week. No major tantrums, no freakouts (well, none birthday related anyway), and the big birthday dinner was some clam chowder, a burger and onion rings at Red Coat Tavern. All in all, not a bad time. But as I posted on Facebook last week, turning 40 has caused me to […]
“They say it’s your birthday…”
“… it’s my birthday too, yeah!” My 40th birthday is next week. Friends and family have been asking me how I want to celebrate for awhile now, and inevitably, my response is surprising or disappointing, even to those who know me. I don’t care about celebrating my birthday. I don’t mean this in a, “Oh, […]
ABC’s of Me (Mo)!
A – Age: 39 and 40 is less than 2 weeks away. B – Bed size: Queen (as are the other three beds in my house). C – Chore you hate: All of them, but dusting is the worst. D – Dad’s Name: James John, though he goes by Jim. Or Sunny. Or Poppet. E – […]
Dear Dipshit: a letter to my ex-husband
Dear Dipshit: I hope this letter to you, my ex husband, finds you well. Today, if we hadn’t divorced, would be our 13th wedding anniversary. In all honesty, the wedding never should have taken place. Had I listened to my instincts, heard what my close friends weren’t saying, or had more self-confidence and cared less […]
Yet another one of my bad dates
I’ve been somewhat uncharacteristically serious as of late, so I thought now would be a good time to interject some humor. Last year, in the midst of moving, I thought it would be a good time to try online dating yet again. Amongst the responders was a gentleman I’ll refer to as Olive Garden, henceforth […]
Ladies: Hear Mo Roar!
On Tuesday I wrote about Tess Holliday, the plus-size model who is shorter and larger than the industry’s standard “plus-size” models. I may have, ahem, also mentioned my anger about the negative reactions Holliday’s fortune at being signed to a major modeling agency garnered. Yet in truth, as much as I was hurting over the comments (because again, […]