
SERIOUSLY, NOT SO SERIOUSLY, STEPHANIE

21 years of Motherhood
Who knew being real, vulnerable, and transparent would hit such a chord? I've been so touched with the response after writing The X...

The Adventures of Steph's Dating Life: The X Factor
A few weeks ago one of my students asked me, "Stephanie, what's your favorite word?" I was stumped-I honestly didn't know. This question...

Look at Her Now
Sometimes, in order to fully appreciate being in the moment, you have to look back. I try not to look back too much-it really doesn't get...

My Pop Confession: an open apology to Justin Bieber. And Taylor. And The Backstreet Boys.
Wow-so that last entry was heavy. It feels SO GOOD to write again. I realized after finally hitting publish last night that I don't need...

A Cycle of Grief: The Healing Effects of Burrata, Musical Therapy, and finding the Warrior Yogi
November 24, 2019 Note: This entry was supposed to be about one day. It turned into something more-not because I wanted it to, it's where...

Thank you Dennis, Thank you Dad.
Dear Dad, I still can't get used to calling you that. I have all of these inner conversations in my head as to what to call you: Dad,...

The Sunday Bucket List
The Wasband (was husband-brilliant huh?) used to always complain that I had countdowns to everything-mostly monumental transitions or...

It's been 18 years since I've seen you
September 10, 2019 Dear Mom, It has been exactly 18 years since I've seen you. Heard your voice. Saw your hands that look exactly like...

An Ode to Joyce Byers, Extraordinary Single Mom
Now that I'm on my second viewing of the third season of Stranger Things (no judging) I'm realizing that the Duffy Brothers created the...

The Maraschino Effect
As I have just learned AGAIN, nothing goes as planned in my life. Many times this is a blessing. In this instance it just took up 2...












