Category Archives: true stories

From Track House to the Cliffs of Insanity

Posted on March 28, 2018 by livkellgren

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So. We’re headed to the mountains, to escape the track house rat race and perhaps live a simpler life. Or least a crazier one. This is one of our new cabins. I think this is the one built in 1949. … Continue reading →

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Dear Adderall

Posted on June 5, 2017 by livkellgren

Dear Adderall, I love you. And I know you love me, too. We started out as acquaintances a few years ago. Your friend Ritalin introduced us, do you remember that? He was our gateway. You knew that he and I … Continue reading →

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Mama Wazza Ath-O?

Posted on August 20, 2016 by livkellgren

My husband and I both work from home. He works full-time, I work part-time and manage the family full time. This chaos inspired the question “should we send the kidlets to preschool or should we get an office?” Preschool won. … Continue reading →

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Call Me Anything

Posted on March 10, 2016 by livkellgren

What’s in a Name? When we got married, my husband never insisted I take his name. Instead, we decided that he would take mine. Totally awesome, right?! So, feminism aside, I had become acutely aware of and intensely curious about … Continue reading →

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Crisis = Danger + Opportunity

Posted on March 5, 2016 by livkellgren

This article was originally written in July 2014 following the accident in June 2014. My mom was enjoying a romantic weekend away. With her boyfriend. On a motorcycle. It did not end well. Crisis = Danger + Opportunity The Chinese … Continue reading →

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The Adventures of Baby Lua; Or, How do I Open this Window, Mother?

Posted on October 1, 2015 by livkellgren

At 39 weeks preggo, on a Monday evening in September, at approximately 10:30 pm – and right in the middle of our movie “Win Win” – the tank of water broke. Little Fishy was on her Way. Although already packed, Daddy Art … Continue reading →

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