My life after the 15 minutes…

Like so many of my posts--this one deals with sexual assault, please read with caution if that may bother you! This is also a long one--sorry in advance! Today marks the one-year anniversary of my husband making a Reddit post that would change our lives forever. And yes, that’s a dramatic way to start a blog—but it’s not untrue. I’m not “internet famous” in the way someone becomes after a drunken outburst on an airplane or a viral TikTok dance—not even close. But for a wife, mom, and teacher from a smallish Texas town, I went from worrying about summer camps one day… to having tens of thousands of strangers call me a slut and a whore the next. So no, my “fame” didn’t last in the public sphere—but it shaped me in ways that will last forever. Before I dive into the blog that started it all, I want to reflect on where we were then—and where we are now. I think it’s a great example of how sometimes you really do have to walk through fire to come out stronger on the other side. On Jun...

Based on one simple fact, today was supposed to be the absolute best day of the summer—the day Season 2 of America's Sweethearts: Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders dropped on Netflix. And don't get me wrong—like the truly spoiled brat of a stay-at-home mom I’ve apparently become, I binge-watched seven hours straight while my live-in nanny (okay, my future sister-in-law—who comes at a major discount rate) entertained my 9- and 7-year-olds. I was even able to indoctrinate baby Ashley by osmosis into a future career as a cheerleader. It was a marvelous day. So marvelous, and I was so enraptured in the show, that it wasn’t until just a few minutes ago that I noticed my iPhone’s Memories had popped up with a doozy. Jess and Jenn, before you read on—please glance at a calendar. June 18th. Now think back two years. June 18th, 2023. A Sunday. I really wish I could’ve revealed this on FaceTime today because I can already see your exact expressions. In Austin, there was (hopefully still is) a...

It’s been a quite day, quite a week, quite a month—whatever. If you’ve been following my recent blogs, you probably noticed something’s been off with me. I’ve been this way for a mix of good and bad reasons. Let’s start with the good. Like clockwork, at around the eight-week mark after all three of my pregnancies, I get horny . I mean the kind of horny where it feels like my body finally belongs to me again and I’m ready to ride a fence post. When this hits, I devour anything sexual—videos, audios, literature—you name it. That’s probably why I loved the baseball player story AI wrote for me in one of my last blogs. It was steamy, raw, fun—basically, it was just sex. Right now, I’m playing a mental game of “smash or pass” with every adult I see, whether they’re in person, on TV, or online. So far, no passes, I’m that worked up. And I know I’m not alone—my poor sister Jess got so intense four weeks postpartum that she got pregnant again right away. That’s how we ended up with our adorabl...

So I posted a blog yesterday that wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea—maybe no one’s cup of tea. That’s totally okay. I thought it was kind of silly and funny, and everyone in my family who reads my blog thought it was hilarious. Don’t worry, though—the AI-generated housewife romance novel smut won’t become a regular thing! I do have to admit: I am very tired. So my judgment probably isn't the best right now. Ashley isn’t sleeping at all, and it seems like the only thing she wants to do is curl up in my chair and nuzzle into my boobs so she can nurse whenever she wants. I don’t think I’ve gotten more than two hours of consecutive sleep in at least a week. Also, we’re coming up on the one-year anniversary of the event . And honestly? I’m not sure what to expect. I assume there are very few people on the internet who still care (eternal thanks to those of you who do!), but I have no idea how I’ll relive that day. I have an appointment with my SA recovery therapist on Thursday, and I plan t...

To catch everyone up: with a few breaks for college and my husband’s military training, I’ve lived in the exact same neighborhood most of my life. That all changed in December when, in what appears to be a far more permanent move, we packed up and moved to Arizona. I was cautiously optimistic but deeply sad about leaving my family—especially since most of them also lived within that same neighborhood we’d always called home. So it was a very welcome surprise when my little brother Brian revealed that he’d been approved to do most of his PhD research in the small-ish Arizona city of Yuma. Even better? He was bringing his lovely fiancée, Evie, with him. Having two family members just three hours away is a hell of a lot better than having all of them thirteen hours away. It was an even more welcome surprise when Evie decided she felt way too cooped up in their tiny Yuma apartment and asked if she could spend most weekdays living with us in Tucson. And let me just say—she has been an actua...

Standard morning around here. I woke up with Ashley, got comfy in my rocking chair to nurse her and start the day. Bubs usually gets up with us, dotters around for a bit, then puts on his running shoes and heads out for a jog. But this morning? Instead of the usual horrifying bathroom acoustics, I hear howling laughter . Then— knock knock knock —my brother Brian’s at our bedroom door: “Craig! Did Michael send you that TikTok too?” Emerging from the bathroom, Bubs yells back, mid-wheeze: “YES!!! DAN—YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!!” Michael is my older sister’s husband, and apparently he thought it would be hilarious to send his two brothers-in-law a video that just so happened to star… me. Well—not me me—but spiritually me. In the TikTok, a girl is filming a cute little outfit check at a subway station in Europe. Very casual. She props up her phone, smiles, adjusts her outfit and shoes off her shoes, and just as the train pulls in, she hops on— without her phone . Since the phone is sti...

 Yesterday was a dream day for me—I got to spend all day in bed with my husband and baby. I don’t know if it gets any better than that. Of course, because I have a rambunctious little 7-year-old who lives to make his 9-year-old sister mad—and I’m hosting my 25-year-old brother, who apparently wants to have the same effect on his fiancée—yesterday had its moments. But as a mom of three, I have to take the good with the bad. After some sleep regression, our almost 7-week-old has really been sleeping like a little queen—it’s been amazing. So it was a total surprise to be woken up by my 9-year-old daughter just after 5 a.m.: “Hey Mom, me and Evie [my brother’s fiancée] can’t sleep—she thinks we can take the dogs to the big park for a long walk before it gets too hot? Is that okay?” It melted my heart. It was so sweet on both of their parts, because our three rescue dogs have definitely been feeling a little neglected (and cooped up) thanks to the baby and the oncoming summer heat. I ...