A Cosplay Primer for Parents

I tend to be a pretty involved parent when it comes to current trends, shows, music, and fads. So when my 9 year-old son came to me three years ago and asked to make a “Half-Life Costume”, I was surprised I had no idea what that was or how to do it.

A bit of research on the internet had me spiraling down the rabbit hole, into an entirely new world: The world of cosplay. Continue reading A Cosplay Primer for Parents

My Geek Epiphany

My husband always stumbles into these conversations, innocent in his observations.  Surely he meant no harm. One comment that, for the first time in a long time, had me questioning myself, my history, and my own reality.

He made just one comment that, for the first time in a long time, had me questioning myself, my history, and my own reality.

“You were NOT a geek when I met you.”

Continue reading My Geek Epiphany

Ode to An Exhausted Mom: A Valentine’s Call To Arms

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I could hear heavy breaths and a tone of concern coming from the other side of the sheet.

“Mom… Are you coming out?”
(Was that a bit of panic I heard? )
“Yes. Give me a minute,” I muttered, taking deep breaths to calm my voice.
I was sitting in the middle of my kid’s sheet fort, cross cross applesauce, taking deep breaths, in, out, in out. I. Was. Losing it.
“Mom, it’s fine, I promise.”
“Just, can you just give mom a minute, please?”
My voice was pleading, almost. A last effort of calm in this desperate moment, trying not to give into the darkness.
“Yeah.”

I could hear his feet plodding away. I could feel his inaudible sigh. My 12-year-old, having to go watch his 4-year-old brother so that I can have a bit of a breakdown thanks to hallmark. And, yeah, I didn’t capitalize their name. Because I’m not going to go there right now.

Valentines day is causing a crisis right now, and I’m spiraling fast. Continue reading Ode to An Exhausted Mom: A Valentine’s Call To Arms

How GishWhes Changed My Life. Sorta.

You’re probably wondering why I’m sitting here at a four-star restaurant having wine with a stuffed beaver.

GishWhes.

Gesundheit.

No, it’s not a sneeze. Or a sneeze blessing.

Let’s travel back to this past summer, shall we?

To be extremely clear, I honestly did not know what GishWhes was, nor had I even heard the term, until this past summer. A chance encounter with a kindred spirit at a Halloween party led me to an invitation to be a part of the largest global scavenger hunt in the world. Continue reading How GishWhes Changed My Life. Sorta.