From the office of me.

In case you missed my announcement in front of the second floor Hot Topic at the Mall of America, I declare myself to be the winner of the 2020 Presidential election and the 46th President of the United States of America. …


I can tell you the exact moment I knew I was racist. Four years ago my son and I went to a black family’s house for a play date. The kids got along great. Both a bit shy but shared a few giggles over a fish puzzle.

After a glass…


Not great.

Being a failed crafter, writer, singer, painter, actor, improvisor (Yuck. I know.) banjo playing greeting card designing entrepreneur; this forced stay-cation and universal reset should be a blessing.

The creative playing field is as equal as it’s ever going to get. …


My son who wasn’t and my daughter who was.

Many things define who we are before we get here. Are you a summer baby or a Christmas miracle? What’s your birthstone? Birth order? How about your birth story?

I had two distinct pregnancies and births. Both defined how I feel about myself and motherhood. …


Tips and tricks from a non-morning person.

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Do you need that adrenaline rush of sneaking in the side door without your boss spotting you? Enjoy getting dirty looks from your co-worker who has way too much time on her hands and just all around sucks? …


Let’s make it weird.

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I love me some good conversation starters. Ice breakers. Parlor games designed to get to the heart of your inner most fears and insecurities. My husband and I will be celebrating 12 years of wedded bliss this year. 17 years sharing a bed and a bathroom. …


I’m over 40 so I still think Facebook is cool. It’s a 24/7 high school reunion. I get Likes from my mom’s cousin twice removed. I can creep on that guy I dated who became surprisingly Christian. The perfect humble bragging time wasting platform. …


I’m a lazy activist, someone who will show up to march if it’s not raining. The person who signs up to volunteer but never picks a date. As much as I want to unplug, isn’t that the least I can do? Stay informed? Stay angry? Remain baffled and depressed?

Ignorance…


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My run in with a bike vigilante.

Something icky happened to me this week. Twice. A bike weirdo picked a fight with me and my kids. Twice. I won’t bore you with the details. It was mostly an obnoxious attempt to educate me on the rules of the road and cyclist’s rights. …


Before I became a parent, I had a lot of opinions on parenting. (Please, somebody punch me in the face.)

What’s all the fuss about? I know kids, okay. It’s not that hard. (Really, somebody punch me in the face.)

It’s time for me to make my walk of atonement…

Rachael Flanery

Hi! I'm a mom, teacher, writer, and wife. I don’t know what order to put those in. Let's connect! https://m.facebook.com/Rachwrites/

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