The Mommy Blog | Adventures from the Wonderbelly of Motherhood

Mindy Roberts is a transplanted Chicagoan living in the Bay Area with her three native children. She has ridden the bounty and collapse of the Silicon Valley high-tech industry, recently ended her 12-year marriage, and is now gainfully re-employed after a long career in the nonprofit sector. On the up side, she still has a portion of her sanity and is in love with a chef, writer, teacher and photographer. Mindy is writing her family’s memoirs as they go along. She loves her children fiercely, lives and breathes technology, and tries her best to use her powers for good.

I have FINALLY located the code for this godforsaken page!! Two years of Lorem Ipsum. Two years, peoples. Good Christ. Anyway. Off you go.

When I find something I like, I tend to become slavishly devoted to it. Here’s what you’ll find on my vanity, in my makeup case, and in my purse:

L’Occitane’s Lavender Eau de Toilette - this is the only scent I wear, and I never get tired of it. This, from a person who has never worn perfume because it always felt a bit intrusive. This scent is just plain soothing.

Anthropologie’s Lavender eau de toilette - I wore this for a couple of years but couldn’t find it the last time I was there, so they may have discontinued it. But go there anyway for the faboo clothes!

Benefit Benetint—"The sexiest flush you can get from a bottle. Innocent yet provocative, our ruby-tinted cheek and lip stain is kiss-proof color that looks naturally sheer and radiant. It’s the original!”

Benefit Dandelion - This is one product I use every single day. It gives me just enough brightness to look reasonably wide awake.

Benefit Georgia - Works on the same principle as Dandelion, only it might go better with a tan. Still testing it out. Smells peachy, though!

Benefit Bathina “Touch Me Then Try To Leave"… Cream - The name says it all.

Blisslabs Long-lasting lip tint in Bijou - This lip tint is perfect under most of my sheer lipsticks. It deepens the color, and is very sexy on its own as well.

Dior Show Mascara - “This rich, deeply pigmented mascara has a large, full brush to give lashes that “just off the catwalk” look in just one coat. Never clumpy, always sexy.” Amen.

DuWop Lip Venom - This stuff is sort of erotic. I love the sting! “Lip Venom is a spicy, tingly gloss that enhances the natural color and shape of the lips by increasing circulation with a blend of essential oils including cinnamon and ginger. The result: shiny, bee-stung lips.”

Kevyn Aucoin skin enhancer in Light - I was skeptical about this concealer because of the price, but I am now convinced it is the single greatest value in makeup I’ve ever found. Just the barest teeny dab on the tip of your finger is enough to work wonders under each eye. This jar will last longer than my good looks.

Lancôme BIENFAIT TOTAL UV - I’ve used this for years, and looooove it.

Laura Mercier lip kisses SPF 15 in Berry Slush - So pink! And yummy too.

Laura Mercier Special Brown eyeliner - Does not pull or drag, and is a beautiful shade.

Laura Mercier Tinted Moisturizer in Nude - The single best light foundation I have ever encountered. It is barely there, smoothes on beautifully, and has just the barest tint to it. Perfect.

Lorac Sheer Luck - Stuck in the middle of nowhere and lookin’ drab? Instant lip stain and cheek livener.

Nars Lipstick in Dolce Vita - very subtle, very soft.

Oliver Peoples Eyeglasses - The only brand for me. I have four pair.

Paula Dorf Cheek Color Cream in Candy Apple - I use this every day, just a bit under Dandelion. My favorite combo.

Paula Dorf Cheek Color in Ballet - just a tiny dab will give beautiful bright spots.

Physician’s Formula Skinsitive Ultra-Gentle Face Powder compact in Sensible Nude - You can find this at Walgreen’s - and I have yet to top it for quick touch up!

Phytodefrisant Hair Straightening Balm - If I could only have one hair product, this would be it. It makes my hair smooth and soft, for those days when I’m just not feeling the Afro.

Senna sheer lipstick in Exposed - I have had at least two tubes of this on reserve for the last six years. It’s wonderfully sheer and neutral, and you can liven it up with lip liner underneath.

LAYER ONE:
— Name: Mindy.
— Birth date: Hmmmmmm, I don’t think so. Next you’ll want my SSN. OK!! This is for the fellow Leos: August 16.
— Birthplace: Dayton, OH.
— Current Location: San Jose, CA.
— Eye Color: Green.
— Hair Color: Dark blonde.
— Height: 5’9”
— Righty or Lefty: Righty.
— Zodiac Sign: Leo.

LAYER TWO:
— Your heritage: Scottish and English.
— The shoes you wore today: Red, stacked Dr. Scholl’s slides.
— Your weakness: M&Ms.
— Your fears: something happening to my children.
— Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni, mushroom & black olive. Upscale version: caramelized onions, garlic, brie & chicken.
— Goal you’d like to achieve: A happy childhood and superior education for my children, love and companionship for me.

LAYER THREE:
— Your most overused phrase on AIM: “heh”
— Your first waking thoughts: “What time is it?”
— Your best physical feature: My smile.
— Your most missed memory: Dinners at Chez Paul in Chicago with my parents and grandparents.

LAYER FOUR:
— Pepsi or Coke: Diet Coke.
— McDonald’s or Burger King: McDonald’s.
— Single or group dates: Single.
— Adidas or Nike: Neither’I usually wear slides or clogs.
— Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton, if anything.
— Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.
— Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee.

LAYER FIVE:
— Smoke: No.
— Cuss: To beat the band.
— Sing: Yes, but not well.
— Take a shower everyday: Oh, yes.
— Do you think you’ve been in love: Yes. But I never knew how deep it could be until I was all grown up.
— Want to go to college: Not since I got my degree!
— Liked high school: Liked the challenge, disliked the competition and the cliques.
— Want to get married: Maybe not again.
— Believe in yourself: One thousand percent.
— Get motion sickness: More now that I am older!
— Think you’re attractive: Objectively, yes.
— Think you’re a health freak: I am not a freak about anything.
— Get along with your parent(s): Yes.
— Like thunderstorms: LOVE them!
— Play an instrument: I used to play the piano, badly.

LAYER SIX: In the past month…
— Drank alcohol: Oh, yes.
— Smoked: No.
— Done a drug: Not an illegal drug, no.
— Made Out: No.
— Gone on a date: No.
— Gone to the mall?: No.
— Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Came very, very close.
— Eaten sushi: Yes!
— Been on stage: No.
— Been dumped: Technically, no. Not in the last month.
— Gone skating: No.
— Made homemade cookies: No, and that’s a crying shame.
— Dyed your hair: No. Not my thing.
— Stolen Anything: No. Not my thing.

LAYER SEVEN: Ever…
— Played a game that required removal of clothing: Heh. Yes.
— If so, was it mixed company: Heh. Yes.
— Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Mais oui.
— Been caught “doing something”: I can scarcely believe it, but no.
— Been called a tease: Never. If I mean it, I deliver.
— Gotten beaten up: Several times, but you should have seen the other guy.
— Shoplifted: Yes, as a child.
— Changed who you were to fit in: Not really.

LAYER EIGHT:
— Age you hope to be married: Again? Never. Is never good for you? Already did it at 21 and 24.
— Numbers and Names of Children: 3: Logan, Dylan, & Daphne.
— Describe your Dream Wedding: Is this a trick question? ‘Cause, no.
— How do you want to die: Suddenly and peacefully. Not screaming, and not wondering where my children are.
— Where you want to go to college: Started out at UC San Diego and finished up at UC Davis.
— What do you want to be when you grow up: I am grown up! And I am comfortable in my own skin, which is rare and precious.
— What country would you most like to visit: All of them.

LAYER NINE:
— Number of drugs taken illegally: 2.
— Number of people I could trust with my life: Honestly? I can name ten right off the bat. That feels awesome.
— Number of CDs that I own: Several dozen, give or take.
— Number of piercings: Two in each ear, but I only use one each.
— Number of tattoos: None yet.
— Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Once as a child, once in a wedding bann, and that’s about it.
— Number of scars on my body: I was a tomboy and have had 4 major surgeries. You don’t even want to know.
— Number of things in my past that I regret: Several, but I would not change them, as they led me to where I am today. I would not risk losing any of the precious things in my life for a minor adjustment. And at this point, it would all be minor.

1. I am passionate about knowledge. It’s the key to so much else.

2. I am a mother of three and a sister of seven. I have one brother, three half-brothers, two step-brothers, and one step-sister.

3. That first brother is the only sibling I lived with while growing up.

4. My mom and dad divorced when I was 4, and have been married to people who suit them perfectly for 21 and 28 years, respectively.

5. I’m still glad they hung in there long enough to have me, though.

6. If you had described how my life would be today to me 15 years ago, I would have thought you were loco.

7. Most of what I do and have and love came about through chance, serendipity, grave error or total disaster. So on balance, not so bad.

8. In college, I studied anthropology, literature, Spanish, and psychology. I ultimately completed the psych degree, though I could have tilted just a bit and completed the degree in any of the others.

9. I changed my major a lot in college.

10. I have a career based on zero education in my field. My department handles the legal and financial end of grants administration at a private foundation.

11. I have never had a single accounting class, unless you count that silly seminar that teaches you to run a lemonade stand.

12. I love green and blue and neutrals for decorating, and pink for clothes. Never thought I liked pink until about 5 years ago, and now I can’t stop wearing it.

13. My first two children were so highly engineered as to be born wearing lab coats, but my third was the result of a drunken night of irresponsible sex.

14. I have learned that the body is a highly unpredictable and capricious thing and that it deserves our respect and awe.

15. If you can make me laugh, you’re halfway to earning my devotion.

16. If we feel comfortable enough in each other’s company to come to each other’s homes in sweats and rummage in each other’s fridges, you’re 80% there.

17. If I can trust you, you’re in 100%, baby.

18. I will always treat your children as I do my own.

19. That also means I will send them home if they get out of hand.

20. There is much I would love to write about, but won’t, because I respect the privacy and feelings of those around me.

21. If you think what you’ve read here already is personal enough as it is, be assured that it is nothing compared to what stays on the inside.

22. Having said that, I have a smokin’ hot book in my head that will never be published.

23. That makes me a little nutty sometimes.

24. But then I’ve always been a little nutty.

25. And obnoxious.

26. I have been married twice.

27. I have never been a bridesmaid.

28. I have no idea what to make of that.

29. Both men strongly held the opinion that I should have been an attorney.

30. Neither liked arguing with me.

31. I wouldn’t like that either.

32. My ex used to call me Queen Melinda the Last.

33. Then again he was an Irish-Iranian Jehovah’s Witness stockbroker-turned-auto reconditioner. I could be forgiven for talking that with a grain of salt.

34. I abhor willful ignorance.

35. That had nothing to do with the previous item.

36. Much.

37. I was raised a Catholic, but studied philosophy and world religions throughout my educational career.

38. I learned just enough to keep me teetering for the rest of my life. Sometimes I think I did myself a disservice.

39. No, I didn’t.

40. It’s just that those who believe fully and completely and passionately seem to have one up on the rest of us who are unsure. They seem happy and secure. And I can’t figure out if it’s because of their faith, or if they have that faith because of something in their dispositions that allows them to make the leap and be content.

41. I tend to procrastinate, and then deliver on time.

42. Usually, it’s a first draft, but still quality stuff.

43. I was supposed to have the secondary, supplemental job.

44. I was going to stay home with my children.

45. I was only going to have two children.

46. I was going to have them before I was 30.

47. I was going to live near my extended family.

48. I am the sole wage-earner in my family.

49. I have a real, grownup career.

50. I am well-known in my field, and have the respect of my colleagues.

51. I kinda like that.

52. I also like that I still come to work in casual attire, sit on the floor to have impromptu meetings, and frequently walk around barefoot. It’s my department, and we all enjoy the atmosphere. Swearing and un-PC humor is very much appreciated.

53. Although people usually think I am making it up, I grew up poor in the inner city.

54. From the age of eight or so, I did all of the family’s grocery shopping at the Dominick’s five blocks away, where everyone knew to let the little girl use the credit card to pay, and that she would tote everything in her wheeled cart back home and up the two flights of stairs.

55. My brother never had to do the shopping.

56. Bastard.

57. I also did all of the family’s laundry until I graduated from high school and went off to college.

58. I left Chicago to go to college in San Diego. It was the furthest you could go without getting wet.

59. Although my brother will disagree, I was always a “good” girl.

60. He was, let’s say, a man of strong convictions and even stronger biceps.

61. I learned to fend for and defend myself very well at an early age.

62. I did my rebelling in college, in a way that struck fear deep into my mother’s heart.

63. I went to school for 2 ½ years, dropped out to model, married a lapsed Jehovah’s Witness who relapsed five minutes later, and moved to an apartment between the railroad tracks and the beach in Oceanside.

64. I came to my senses a year later, moved to the Bay Area, filed for divorce, and went back to school.

65. I never saw my ex again. I was that freaked out by his jealous behavior. I let him keep everything except the debt. That was all mine.

66. I think that is when I became assertive to the point of being scary at times. But I hope it’s in moderation.

67. I am not a jealous person. I don’t think I ever was, but I have also been cured of any last traces of it after witnessing how it can destroy relationships.

68. I love using power tools.

69. I can disassemble the interior of a car and put it back together, seats and all. I once did it to a Rolls Royce cabriolet.

70. I used to drive limousines on the side.

71. Prom couples tip to beat the band.

72. Drunken Marines do not. They hire limos to drive around locally to the strip clubs, and then ask you to go through the drive-through at Del Taco.

73. I was mugged several times while growing up in Chicago. Two muggers in particular stand out: a little old lady who distracted me in the grocery store by asking me to help find a nonexistent product while her little accomplice swiped my wallet; and a guy who swiped two gold chains off my neck at noon on the subway downtown. I was thirteen, and on my way home from summer school. The necklaces were Confirmation gifts from my father and stepfather. I chased the fucker off the train, down the platform, and through two tunnels before I lost him. Then I noticed that my neck was bleeding and I had left my purse on the train.

74. A guy from the neighborhood saw the whole thing and braved the hostile stares of everyone in the car when he picked up my purse and carried it home for me. He was a 6’2” black guy picking up a little white girl’s purse. I admired the heck out of him for that.

75. Just a year before all of that, I was such a little stoner chick. Not that I smoked and did drugs, but I sure dressed like it. Old Army jacket covered in Led Zeppelin buttons, a bandana around my neck and another around one ankle, feathered hair, black eyeliner. Feathery roach clips in my hair. I had NO idea what I was doing.

76. I have always loved to write. Most of it was crap, but once in a while it was good. One teacher pulled me out of class after I wrote a short story about a girl’s mother dying of cancer. She was concerned it was true.

77. I was always sort of a loner. I was tall and gawky. I had a few very good friends, but never really fit in and was certainly never part of a clique or the “in” group.

78. Despite this, I was elected to Homecoming Court in both junior and senior year.

79. I have no idea what to make of that.

80. I always had unusual boyfriends. The most serious one in HS was a Jim Morrison look-alike, a pole-vaulter, and a martial arts fan. He was nicknamed “Chan” and taught me to handle a wooden sword, butterfly knives, and throwing stars. I never told my mom about that.

81. I also never told her about my Serbian boyfriend’s family wanting me to marry their son and move back to Belgrade. I demurred. On reflection, a wise decision.

82. She and my stepfather came home one night to find me asleep in the front seat of Bob’s ’66 Plymouth Fury at one o’clock in the morning. They were livid, even though we weren’t fooling around—I had lost my keys and he was waiting with me until someone came home to let me in.

83. That was the day they taught me that sometimes the appearance of something is more important than the reality. I remember my step-dad saying that to me in the living room on St. Louis Avenue as if it were yesterday.

84. Although I always tested well, I completely and totally sucked at math in school. I was always getting assigned to the advanced classes and then dropping out in fear.

85. In college, I purposely flubbed that part of the entrance exam, and was put in remedial math. After working my way out of that hole, I had to drop calculus, twice, because I couldn’t understand the first thing about it. It turned out that I could take statistics instead, which I LOVED, and ended up tutoring some of the class.

86. I used to be a fair archer, and was asked to teach an archery class in college. I gave it up because I am double-jointed and kept injuring my elbow.

87. I told Logan this story recently when he received a toy plastic bow and arrow. I offered to teach him to shoot, and then proceeded to embarrass myself completely. He then picked it up and let fly beautiful, arcing shots across the yard, one after another.

88. Stupid toys.

89. Although I have no artistic talent of my own, I am secretly pleased that at least one of my children seems to have the makings of an artist. My brother is an amazing artist. He never draws anymore, but should.

90. He just got married last year, and I absolutely adore my new sister-in-law. She’s a vet, and is one of the coolest people I know.

91. Next to you, of course.

92. My family is an interesting mix of distant and present. You may not see any of them for the longest time, but if you ever need anything, any one of them would drop everything to help you, or just listen, in a second. I love that about them. (This means you, Ellen. You’re the best.)

93. I think that loss makes you appreciate the people in your life more. That’s not profound or obscure, but it’s true. I have lost several friends, all of my grandparents, a cousin. I still miss them.

94. I think that living in adversity also makes you more tolerant of living conditions, people’s shortcomings, unrealized dreams. On the one hand, it lets you be satisfied with less, but on the other it also knocks a little bit of the dream out of you. The upside is that you know that you can survive anything.

95. My younger son survived an attack of viral myocarditis at one week of age. I literally saved his life when I rushed him to the emergency room one night because he didn’t “feel” right. He was in heart failure, stopped breathing, and was on life support for several weeks.

96. The bill came to a quarter of a million dollars. I was in the middle of switching insurance carriers, and the claim was almost rejected. Almost. See Thing #66.

97. That kid is the hardiest, wackiest, brightest, most energetic, most mischievous child I have ever encountered. He was SO totally a worthy save.

98. I am finally over wanting my parents to remarry.

99. That right there is a powerful argument against precipitous divorce.

100. Despite my habit of lighthearted bitching, I really am happy with the way things have turned out in my life. I recognize that my current lot in life is a direct result of choices I have made, or the way I have reacted to others’ choices, and I am OK with that to the point of smugness.

Good evening, and welcome to this edition of Ask Mindy, where I attempt to get some answers out of myself.

Why won’t my middle child wear clothing on the bottom half of his body, ever?

Because it’s hot, and because it’s fun, and because you care.

Why does my elder child insist, in direct contrast to the middle child, on wearing a full complement of boxers, shirt, pants, belt, sock & shoes, all the damn time?

Because he is a total clothes nerd, and we fear for his social acceptance. But he does do a mean Richard Attenborough.

Why are all of my forks, knives, and spoons scattered across the lawn?

I have no answer for that. You might ask the Russian nanny who was supposed to be supervising the making of the brownies, which mostly took place in the yard, by the look of things. Either that, or a lot of baby chicks hatched on the slate patio this afternoon and were subsequently baptized in Hershey’s syrup.

Why have my childrens’ diapers/pull-ups/bladders suddenly lost all carrying capacity and soaked my bed three nights in a row?

Because you made baby Jesus sad when you were a little girl.

Why am I so dang tired, and why did I keep falling asleep at my computer yesterday, and why did I need two naps on my office couch, and why did our consultant insist on bringing me a huge burger for lunch, and my, look at my pretty, snow-white nail beds, and why is my doc insisting that I get a blood count tomorrow to see if I need a transfusion?

Because you have been under tremendous stress, and have been bleeding for almost six weeks, you fool, and practically went into labor to deliver that accursed IUD last week, and you haven’t slept through the night in at least a year, and I bet you can’t even remember the original question, can you? Well, can you?? Gah. Get back into bed and stay there. Pam! We need more M&Ms! Stat!

Why did you start blogging?

Our extended family is all over the map and it was the best way I could imagine to give everyone access to photos and stories about the kids. It’s something I hope to pass on to my children and their descendants so that they may have the unique opportunity to see into their childhood in a way that birthday party photos and school portraits could never convey.

The content has gradually grown to encompass the whole family, my work, my friends, current events, interactions with others in the blogging community, random funny stuff, etc. But it is still at the core something I hope to give to my children; I do not make scrap books, I am a miserable keeper of photo albums, and I barely keep the baby books updated. So this is what we have instead. I do not publish anything here that I would feel uncomfortable having my extended family read, or that I would not want my children to someday read. I picture them all standing over my shoulder each and every time I post.

I have kept blogging because I had no idea how much I loved to write, or that I was good at it. It’s wonderful therapy. All of my writing is focused on the here and now and hopes for the future, and is intended for the benefit of my immediate family. This blog began as a universally accessible vehicle for photos and news about the kids for our far-flung relatives. I also wanted to record certain stories such as that of Dylan’s illness and our struggles as tech-boom & bust parents.

What do you like best about blogging?

It is the first place I run when I want to jot something down for posterity. It is also there I go for my own journal therapy. It is where I get to catch up with friends. It is where they get to catch up with me.

It is my portal to a lot of really excellent information, and some of the best humor to be found anywhere. It is my support system, peopled with thousands of people like me, who are struggling with life and work and family and existential angst and what to wear to dinner tonight and how to handle bedwetting and how to get pregnant and all sorts of things that close friends discuss with one another.

It’s OPTIONAL. The reading, the writing, the commenting, the visiting, the interaction--no matter how strongly some may feel to the contrary, it is all optional, and it is one of the precious few things in life that is.

What do you like least about blogging?

Unsolicited, condescending criticism. It’s a BLOG, not a screenplay or a court document. It doesn’t have to be accurate or balanced. I am not a great writer, but I tell a good story sometimes, and frankly, I don’t care if anyone thinks I’m a good blogger. The blog is for my personal amusement and for family history. The rest is just gravy, and if people want to hang out, wonderful.

The feeling of being in a panopticon, though it is one of my own creation. I put it out there and made it public, so I can’t complain about people knowing what I’ve been up to before I get a chance to say it. Saves conversational update time I guess!

Family insecurity. I have assured them endlessly that I will never knowingly or willingly hurt a loved one, whether it be by publishing something hurtful on the blog, by gossiping recklessly with indiscreet people, or by running them over with my car. It’s all the same to me. Hurt is hurt, no matter what the form. And support is support, and love is love, and devotion is devotion, and steadfastness is steadfastness, no matter its form. However, I can understand the unease. Not everyone understands the technology. Not everyone appreciates the value of therapeutic writing. Not everyone is as sure anymore that it would be fun to see me publish a book based on my little diary.

What advice would you give to a mom who wants to start a blog?

Decide at the outset whether it will be private or public. If you keep it private, you are free to vent and rage and spill your guts. However, you will be in a world of hurt if anyone close to you finds it. It’s also hard to make friends without someday revealing your identity, and that threatens your privacy. On the other hand, if you make it public, you are subject to a kind of discipline. You are more accountable, spell better, think more carefully before you post. And, you care more about the quality of the writing and will likely be prouder than if you had an undisciplined, ill-considered blog.

See how your family feels about your keeping a blog, if you decide to make it public. Ask if they mind before posting about them. You don’t have to get permission for every little thing--I don’t believe in censorship--but don’t post anything touchy without giving the person a heads-up first.

Be open to the community. I have made wonderful friends, shared vacations with some, and spent time with them and their families. It has been very enriching, if a bit hard to sell to those who think it’s creepy to actually hang out with anyone you met on the Internet.

What sites would you recommend to moms who want to start blogging?

DotMoms “is a weblog that features smart, fun, and focused writing about motherhood from many perspectives. The DotMoms are good writers with something to say about life on the homefront. We aim to be a diverse group that reflects all kinds of moms (different ages, locations, races, religions, etc.) and all kinds of kids. In fact, some of us are kids (at heart, if not chronologically), people who have moms and know moms and can share observations from that point of view. What distinguishes us is not only our subject matter and format, but also our tone—light-hearted and laser sharp—and our focus: zoomed in on what it’s like to belong to a family, as daughters and mothers.”

Philosophical Mother is a good place for news, tidbits and articles written by other parent bloggers.

Brain, Child: The Magazine for Thinking Mothers is a quarterly print publication that reflects modern motherhood-the way it really is. It’s been called “The New Yorker for cheeky mothers” and “a literary time-out for moms.” We like to think of Brain, Child as a community, for and by mothers who like to think about what raising kids does for (and to) the mind and soul.

What sites would you recommend to moms who want to read blogs?

Mine! Not because I offer astounding insight or pearls of wisdom, but because I link to a lot of really great blogs, and they link to MORE really great blogs, and so on. You can’t lose.

A Little Pregnant is one of the funniest, most poignant, irreverent blogs I have ever read. Her struggle with infertility, then troubled pregnancy, and finally the premature birth of her hard-won son is beyond touching.

The Blue Sloth, because there are daddy bloggers out there too, and some of them even stay at home with their three children while their wives work. Philip is a sculptor, writer, father, husband, and an all-around great guy. He writing is inspiring, moving, and real. Also? oh no, the BLOG! and The Zero Boss. Just because. You’ll see when you get there.

Page 1 of 1 pages •