Welcome to Bits & Bobs.

If you’re looking for Bits & Boobs, that’s a different site entirely. And shame on you.

If you’re looking for cleaning tips, organizational tips, or FDA-approved parenting tips, this is also not the site for you.

But hey, if you’re looking for randomness from someone whose life has been a great big spiral of suck lately, then come on in!

And by spiral of suck I mean becoming a widow.

And by even suckierness I mean being waitlisted for a widow’s support group. “Sure! Go ahead and grieve! But just when it’s a little more convenient for us.”

I’ve lodged a complaint with the creators of the ‘get out there and try new things’ advice (widowhood should not be on the list. Neither should crack cocaine, I suppose, but I can’t help everyone.)

Until I hear back, Bits & Bobs is my way of trying to make my heart chuckle. Climb my way out of the fog. Catch the next train back to sanity.

I hope it makes you laugh, too.

No pressure, or anything.

And get this. The beauty of having a life that needs to be un-sucked is that you don’t have to be a widow to play along. Anything counts. So let’s do this together. Let’s laugh through the tough. And maybe one day our lives will be a little less sucky.



I’m a mom. I’m an author of children’s books. I’m a paraeducator in an elementary school.

Standard stuff.

Except once I saw the Queen’s Mum in a carriage in the woods behind Windsor Castle. She waved and I waved back, which raises two questions: The first being why was I actually lurking in the woods behind Windsor Castle? And the second being did the Queen’s Mum get jealous that the wave was named after her daughter?

Anyway, the encounter makes me almost royalty, so you should really stick around and listen to my thoughts. They’re that much more important now.

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