Effing Mom

COFFEE ROASTING MAMA

HOW IT STARTED

I am the parent I judged before I ever become one. Big dreams of being a young, cool mom were (thankfully) never realized and instead I am older, maybe (not) wiser mom that really doesn't GAF what people think. Parenting is hard anyway and in a judgmental society it's made worse. A foreigner, navigating life with kids, rescue dogs, dark humor and coffee.

WHERE IT IS NOW

My life is ALWAYS so crazy that you literally could not make this shit up. Maybe the dry way I relay my truth naturally embellishes the situation, making it funnier than I ASSURE you it was not at the time. "Write a book", they said. "No", I repeat. So this is that middle ground. I make my way, flitting between the edge of giving up and realizing that's not an option.

WHAT'S WITH THE SKULLS?

#1 Reason - I like them.

You don't have to. 
I don't care either way.

We all look the same underneath. We are human. We are people and, as such, a person is a being that has certain capacities or attributes such as reason, morality, consciousness or self-consciousness.

Therein lies moral obligation.
But often, humans fail.

If you have preconceived ideas about something, you have already formed an opinion about it before you have enough information or experience.

Perception is consequential.
Being judgy AF is choice.