Sugar Jones

A year and a half ago, my life was a bit upside down. I was separated and a month away from filing for divorce. I didn’t have much of an income. I was 40 and living at my mom’s. I was feeling like a big loser. Amidst all the turmoil, I had hope. The kind of hope that annoyingly bubbles up even when your grumpy self wishes you could kill it with a shotgun and hide the remains in the big box with all your other broken dreams, like being the first woman in space. (Damn you, Sally Ride!)  Read more >

I was so inspired by many of the women that I met at BlogHer. One of the women really impacted my thoughts. Krysten from Hope Revo had an idea... and it got legs! I sent out a poll and a plea, or rather a call to action. "Hope" you vote and act: http://asksugarjones.blogspot.com/2008/07/revolution-called-hope.html  Read more >

While it's not my favorite flavor, it does remind me of my favorite story about ice cream. And after all, isn't life just one story after another? When I was a kid, I belonged to a funky hippy little Blue Bird troupe. It was run by a lady named Cheryl who looked an awful lot like my Kindergarten Teacher, Ms. Bowden and Cher without all the make-up and leather. Sometimes, her friend Popcorn (swear to God) would come and teach us dances like The Hussle in order to earn patches. What can I say... it was the 70s.  Read more >

I was listening to a couple of dads today talking about teaching their kids to ride their bikes for the first time. As they were describing the day they first let go, you could hear the joy in their voices. I thought back to the time that I taught my oldest. We would go up and down the street every morning before school, each day going a little more. Her sister would be sitting in her car seat with a warm bottle of milk quietly watching, not understanding why we were laughing and giggling. One day, I knew it was time.  Read more >