Once upon a time there was a wild and carefree girl who lived life by the seat of her pants. She drank deeply of life--of all it had to offer, both good and bad. She made lots of choices, both good and bad, and generally floated along on the current of her life.

Then one day she met a boy who changed everything (as boys often do). She fell in love, settled down and had a beautiful family which she loved dearly (most of the time).

She loved her life (most of the time) and embraced its challenges, but she didn’t always fit in with the other wives and mothers.

She smoked after PTO meetings.
She listened to gangsta rap on the way to the farmer’s market.
She drove the mini-van to Metallica concerts.
She wore Chucks to yoga.
She loved pranks and she laughed easily, most often at herself.
She was annoyed by glitter, gold foil, and people who are happy ALL THE TIME.

She believed life is good, but it isn’t always rainbows and unicorns--and that’s ok.

And so…

she set out on a mission to let the world know that it is ok to be negative some of the time, that snark and sarcasm and swearing don’t make you a bad person, and one single flame in the darkness is sometimes all you need to save a life.

And so…

The Subversive Housewife was born.