Lindsey Salatka

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Reasons to Avoid Being a Crazy Sports Parent

This parenting gig is tough, and sports, while beneficial to life in so many ways, can bring out the worst in us

May 4, 2022

Reasons to Avoid Being a Crazy Sports Parent

May 4, 2022

Lindsey Salatka

Our Last Cereal Box Book Report — Lindsey Salatka, Author of Fish Heads and Duck Skin

Last night my third daughter and I completed our family’s last cereal box book report. Big sigh I get a little sappy when my youngest…

May 9, 2018

Our Last Cereal Box Book Report — Lindsey Salatka, Author of Fish Heads and Duck Skin

May 9, 2018

Lindsey Salatka

Meet My Friends, Irrational Fears

There’s a reason you won’t see me jumping from a high pier into the deep, dark ocean, like my nine year old daughter did today. It’s…

Aug 18, 2016

Aug 18, 2016

Lindsey Salatka

The Abominable Hate Monster

I don’t like to write about The Bad in life. I mean, I write about it because it helps me deal with it, but, like many writers I follow, I…

Jul 20, 2016

Jul 20, 2016

Lindsey Salatka

Mother’s Day When Your Mom has Passed

It’s that time of year. Sigh. I have an idea brewing to address this time of year, and it goes a little something like this:

Apr 29, 2016

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Nine Hugs a Day

This just in–we humans apparently need nine hugs a day to survive at our optimal level of health and happiness. To clarify, when I say…

Apr 29, 2016

Lindsey Salatka

Lice, Ugh

I’ve had lice as an adult three times, in three countries. I hate to brag but it’s the truth.

Apr 21, 2016

Apr 21, 2016

Lindsey Salatka

This Will Never Happen

Here is a conversation between three people as they leave my house. This conversation will never happen.

Mar 4, 2016

Lindsey Salatka

And Then She Blows a Gasket

“Hand over ANYTHING THAT HAS A SCREEN!” I hollered at my kids the other night while blowing a gasket. They are used to me getting mad, but…

Jan 22, 2016

Lindsey Salatka

Some of us occasionally dream of returning to our wedding weight, or the weight we were when we…

But before I choose my wedding weight as my goal, I must take a moment to examine it mathematically. Thing is, my math skills are a little…

Jan 3, 2016

Some of us occasionally dream of returning to our wedding weight, or the weight we were when we…

Jan 3, 2016

Reasons to Avoid Being a Crazy Sports Parent

This parenting gig is tough, and sports, while beneficial to life in so many ways, can bring out the worst in us

Our Last Cereal Box Book Report — Lindsey Salatka, Author of Fish Heads and Duck Skin

Last night my third daughter and I completed our family’s last cereal box book report. *Big sigh* I get a little sappy when my youngest…

Meet My Friends, Irrational Fears

There’s a reason you won’t see me jumping from a high pier into the deep, dark ocean, like my nine year old daughter did today. It’s…

The Abominable Hate Monster

I don’t like to write about The Bad in life. I mean, I write about it because it helps me deal with it, but, like many writers I follow, I…

Mother’s Day When Your Mom has Passed

It’s that time of year. Sigh. I have an idea brewing to address this time of year, and it goes a little something like this:

Nine Hugs a Day

This just in–we humans apparently need nine hugs a day to survive at our optimal level of health and happiness. To clarify, when I say…

Lice, Ugh

I’ve had lice as an adult three times, in three countries. I hate to brag but it’s the truth.

This Will Never Happen

Here is a conversation between three people as they leave my house. This conversation will never happen.

And Then She Blows a Gasket

“Hand over ANYTHING THAT HAS A SCREEN!” I hollered at my kids the other night while blowing a gasket. They are used to me getting mad, but…

Some of us occasionally dream of returning to our wedding weight, or the weight we were when we…

But before I choose my wedding weight as my goal, I must take a moment to examine it mathematically. Thing is, my math skills are a little…

Lindsey Salatka

Last night my third daughter and I completed our family’s last cereal box book report. Big sigh I get a little sappy when my youngest…