Mental, Self Care Ugly Steps and Crooked Railings When we first bought our house, it had a wonky, completely non-code step that led up onto the front porch. It required you to Guest Author Posted on September 15, 2019
Essays, Mental How Tattoos Tell Our Stories I used to have a bumper sticker—fortunately, never affixed to my car’s bumper—that read, “tattoos: not just for sailors and Jessica Grey Posted on July 16, 2019
Essays Losing Alex I still remember it like it was yesterday. The crisp January air stung my face as I hurried across the Lubbock Christian Guest Author Posted on May 17, 2019
Culture Sweatpants & Pop Culture | Festivus 2018 Y’all. Y’ALL. I don’t know about you but I have had a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad 2018. VERY BAD. I’m way past Jessica Grey Posted on December 22, 2018
Connection, Life, Mental, Self Care Notes from Nanea | The Parts of You My dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, To say that I am a different person now than I was just a few years ago is technically Nanea Hoffman Posted on August 23, 2018
Self Care Sweatpants & Soul | In Defense of Grief At the time that they leave, it feels like we will never be the same again. And it turns out that that is true. We are Tony Moir Posted on June 19, 2018
Connection, Essays, Self Care, Wellness Notes from Nanea | Things I Would Have Wanted to Hear When I Was in the Pit My dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, In case you’re wondering where I’ve been, the short answer would be Hawaii. The more Nanea Hoffman Posted on June 14, 2018
Essays, Mental, Relationships, Self Care That’s What She Said | The Losses and Gains of Cutting Toxic People Relationships can be toxic. Regardless of what we want to believe about the people in our lives, simply being in physical or Kelly Wilson Posted on May 20, 2018
Essays Personal Essays | Motherless Day The dead mother's club is one club you don't want to join. Mother's Day can be painful for many and seeking support from Guest Author Posted on May 10, 2018
Essays, Self Care Sweatpants & Soul | In the Darkness, Together I was a teenager when I first encountered death. It was summertime and the nights were uncomfortably warm. It was the kind of Guest Author Posted on February 26, 2018