Repercussions Can Be Dicey

I will never be accused of knowing the grand scheme of things. I regularly jump into a situation, full steam ahead running (sort of like Phoebe from FRIENDS). And part way through my adventure, I begin to experience repercussions. And let's be real. I either think about quitting or I actually do. Fear takes over. I begin to have this inner dialog and every sentence begins with the same ridiculous stem. What if... I fail? I get hurt? I lose? the risk doesn't pay out? I look foolish? I am wrong? I hurt someone else? this takes off, and I...

You’re Nothing But a Millennial

Our next generation is taking a lot of flack about. Well. Name it. Their attitudes, work ethic, choices in. Well. Name it! But, did they just wake up that way? Did they just stumble upon that? Are we so naive and arrogant as to credit our own generation with our good habits and ideas on working and solid choices and sit back and pretend we have nothing to do with these kids? Can I tell you something? Our families are dying. The cell of the family has been beaten to a pulp so it is almost unrecognizable. And when it...

What Are You Doing With The Waiting?

What if we started living like the most important part was in the waiting? Because it is, you know? It's in the waiting. All of it. The growing and clipping. The pruning and even the standing tall. What are you doing with it? The waiting. Are you freaking out? Standing like a spastic with your mouth agape? Just me? Good to know. Maybe you are really like me and when you get tired of waiting (12 seconds in) you start talking to everyone in sight trying to hash it out. You get to a point where you have hashed it...

The Apps That Bring The Sanity: Working Mom Survival

I work just like 68 jobs. Ok. That's a farce, but sometimes I feel like I do. Anytime you have to work outside of the home on top of your already full-time Momming job, you are gonna be tired. You are going to need some support. When a mom takes a job outside of the home, she doesn't suddenly become a part time mom. Actually she becomes certifiable. So here are a few apps I've got on the ready to make me handle this Olympic level of multitasking just a little more smoothly. With panache even.  #whensthelasttimeyouheardthatword #maybethelasttimeyouheardthewordslacks #orworethongs #onyourfeet...

My America

Yesterday was a big emotional day for a lot of people. So much anticipation and angst. I watched tears of sorrow and some of relief. There were cheers and chants. There is more hatred and weird than I have yet seen in my 6 months on Facebook. But none of this is the most important thing that happened yesterday. Teachers in Washoe County went to work as usual yesterday, except to face no students. It was a day of training. We got a whole hour for lunch, instead of the usual scarf your food while you get ready for the...

What’s Pouring Out of Your Mouth?

I have this thing where I spend 16 minutes with a heavily accented person and suddenly I have a new dialect. I drop the R in hair faster than you can say Boston, and you each become ya'll in less than a day.  Out of nowhere I've got a shrimp on the barbie (is this even how you spell it?) and I'm changing my kid's nappy (this is especially weird because no one in my house wears diapers). I can catch myself most days, but the truth is what we hear starts to become our normal. And that normal comes right...

ACK!

To the people who are trying to contact me through this here blog: My email connection is messed up. At least three times I have received an email alert saying you are attempting to contact me through my blog contact, and all three times there is no content. If this is you, or if you are one of the three, please contact me on Instagram Messenger or Facebook Messenger, or simply email me @shontellbrewer.gmail.com Technical difficulties working through soonish. I hope. Super Sorry for that! Nonsense

An Open Letter to The People Who Were Jerks to My Kid: You’re Welcome

You know what might be the saddest part of my day yesterday? When my 15 year old son came back from trick or treating in our neighborhood and said people were mean to him. Adults were mean to him. They didn't understand why he would be trick or treating. They didn't believe him when he said he was 15. They said, "Why are you even out here. Your costume is terrible." They told him this isn't for him.  He was too polite to answer. So, I will. Dear Generation Who Doesn't At All Get Teenagers, You are the problem. You...

31 Ways to Raise ‘Em Right: Winners!!

Thank you ALL for the tremendous amount of birthday wishes. And thank you to all of you who participated in this month long celebration to this major milestone of a birthday. Here are the winners! Starbucks Gift Card; Erin Harrison Star From Afar Item: Tisha Price Give Your Child The World Books (2): Sarah Watson & Emily Dodd Mustard Seed Necklace: Emily Dodd Good Bad Real Life Journal: Sarah Watson Ann Voskamp's The Broken Way: Angela Moen Ann Voskamp's The Broken Way Study Guide and DVD set: Erica Sauer You ladies private message me to give me your addresses! Congratulations...

31 Ways to Raise ‘Em Right: Punish Them Good

One of my most favorite things to do is punish my kids. Rude right? Over the top and a little sadistic? Not the way I do it. Here's the skinny. We need to learn. We all have moments of struggle and moments where we need someone else to step in and set us straight. Our kids are new. Fresh into their skin, and they need guidance. Sometimes they even need to be disciplined. I promise you they want this no matter what they say, how they behave, or how many times they insist it's awful. But discipline means boundaries. Boundaries...

31 Ways to Raise ‘Em Right: Birthday Eve

We interrupt this regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you a glimpse into turning 40. I've been told to expect: boobs slightly lower than yesterday. more grey hairs. Like a crazy amount all of a sudden. Overnight. my middle to rebel and refuse to take on the sit-ups I do and refuse to let go of the junk food I eat, even if said junk food meant sucking on a tic tac. wrinkles. Everywhere. And just an overall looseness. Did you hear me? looseness. I have come to realize I have actually been 40 for at least a decade. Seriously. All...

31 Ways to Raise ‘Em Right:Teach Them When to Speak Up & And When to Remain Quiet

It's hard to let people be who they are going to be. It's also hard to know when we should speak up and help out a friend. This is a learned skill. It's also a discernment we are each offered through the Holy Spirit. As moms, we can model this and walk beside our kids as they navigate it all. I was at Addison's parent/teacher conference this week. He isn't my favorite. He is focused on being cool rather than being a solid educator and disciplinarian. For this, he is also not Addison's favorite. She's asked to move classes, but...

31 Ways to Raise ‘Em Right: Love Crazy, Love Well

There's this guy I met when I was just a wee thing. I still resembled Olive Oyl, especially when I wore a bun. I fell deep for that guy, and we got married. And the rest, as they say, is history. Today we are doing a quick recap of this great story. A very quick recap. Here it is: I was 16. He had comb across hair with shaved sides where his hair often hung down in his eyes. Just enough. He was 17 and a year ahead of me. He hung out over there, and I hung out in...

31 Ways to Raise ‘Em Right: Teach Them What to do With the Broken

"Never be afraid of the broken thing." Ann Voskamp Hurt. Words. Tears. Struggle. Anger. Disappearing. These are some of the deep words and places we muddle through when we are broken. It's heavy and it hurts, and we can be left with a thing worse than a hollow when it's something that's been done to us. Sure we might be willing to take ownership of the consequences we bring on ourselves. But when it's the hurt that's put upon us, we get coiled up. We dig too deep and stay where the pain rolls into sludge and seeps into our...

31 Ways to Raise ‘Em Right: Parent Small

This one is a request from some moms out there. You know who you are. Who we all are, because really, this one is for all of us. And sometimes we need this one on repeat. I want to raise my kids to honor others and function in society. So naturally they act like spazzes. But I like it. It keeps my pride in check and reminds me that I am not the world's best mom. Maybe I am the world's most repetitive mom. I will fight you for that title. I say things like, "Child. We are going to...