I consider myself kind of an a la carte Catholic. It’s not always regarded as a warm and fuzzy kind of faith, but the foundation I was given as a child has helped shape me into the person I am today. As an adult, I pick and choose what I want to pass down to my…
Can I Get an Amen?!
Housewarming Party!
Hi everyone! I have been MIA for a couple of weeks, though not because I don’t care about you! I’m so excited to unveil my new website, joashline.com, which is now the central hub for all things ME! Take a few minutes to look around, read some oldies but goodies, and get familiar with the…
Special Needs Mamas: I Need Your Help!
I’m working on a Mother’s Day article for my column and could use your help! (what good is a blog if you can’t use if for personal gain?) Below is a questionnaire. Copy and paste it, fill it out, and then email it to me at ashline02@sbcglobal.net Not a special needs mom? Forward this post…
Photo Op
My mom really wanted a nice picture of her and the boys. And wouldn’t take NO for an answer. Behold. Trying to get Andrew to look at the camera. Except for Ian, no one really looks very thrilled. Or photogenic. Mauling him seems like the logical next step Oh Andrew. I know how you…
That’s How We Roll
Disco Ball? Check. Incense? Check. Dollar bills? Check. A sea of red stained lips, short skirts, over-processed blonde locks and rhinestone studded stilettos? Check. Cigarette smoke billowing from ashtrays? Check. Another Sunday morning mass at our Orange County, California Polish church? Check. (this disco ball hangs several dozen feet from the altar of…
Sometimes 2nd Graders Know Best
You may have heard through the grapevine (me) that I have written a children’s book recently. The story was inspired by the relationship between Andrew and Ian, and is entitled Superheroes Don’t Have to Wear Capes. My ridiculously talented friend Spiral (that’s her professional name, not her birth name, which, if it were, would NOT…
I Hope This Thick Skin Will Look Good On Me
You come to a point, as a writer, where you have to choose.What’s more important? That people love me, respect me, cherish me? Or that I tell it like it is and stay true to the story, no matter the consequences? On the day I first chose to write about my struggles with alcoholism, I chose the latter. I…