Morgan, the napper
@letsgogirls
Social worker. Momma. Married to a good human. City girl who moved to rural Ohio (IDK why. Covid broke my brain.) But, now I can speak on rural, red voters. Blue Sky Roast: “Like a cozy sweater on a cold day with an undercurrent of social justice.” 💓
I used to say I’m not much of a dessert person. Then, I stopped drinking.
Visual representation of having kids: I have FOUR pair of kitchen scissors. I had to go steal these TINY scissors out of the art supplies this morning because ALL of my scissors are gone. Think long and hard before you invite little thieves into your home. (Taco Bell sauce for size.)
If you are someone who experienced (or a clinician who treats) complex trauma, I cannot recommend this book enough. Stephanie Foo is a journalist who details her exhaustive approach to healing her childhood abuse and neglect and finding treatment that works.
Chilly night at the baseball fields. Yes, that is a hot dog on my hat.
I stumbled upon the 8-year-old watching Becoming while building Legos. He’s my favorite.
Heading to our local ICE OUT protest. Was gonna hold a sign that said, “Greed, Racism, and Pedophilia are evangelical Christian values” but I went with this instead because my town is small and all Christian and my kids will catch shit for my big mouth. 🤣
I’m putting away the Christmas decorations and admiring our beautiful, wooden advent calendar my thoughtful cousin got for my kids a few years ago. It’s easily one of the most special gifts we’ve received. ‘Til next year!
This whole thread on IG by erotics of liberation is a good challenge for me, but I’ll just start here:
I was packing lunches and couldn’t find the Goldfish in the pantry this morning. Wherever could they be?
In fact, by being their truest selves, they’re inviting you to be your truest self as well. 🏳️⚧️
This was one of the gifts my daughter got at her slumber party. She’s 10, and our family is not religious. 😳 I’m posting this here because no one from our town follows me, and I need y’all to talk shit with me.
I’ll confess: I couldn’t even listen to this horseshit based on the title alone. FFS, NYT!
A mama dropped her fawns off in our backyard while she goes to take care of herself. 💜💜
Seen in the wild at the high school where I work. I love kids. 🤣❤️