Welcome. I’m here, and I’m glad you are, too. I’m Tricia Joy, lover of all things real: kindness, humor, story-telling, creativity, imperfection, God, honesty, cuss words, and a heck of a lot of and silliness.
Here’s why “Do your best” bugs me: because “best” to me is like infinity on the number line. A brief math review: you could st…
Preamble (cuz I'm always ambling): Yesterday evening I posted the message below on Facebook. I cannot stop there, though, because I know there is going to be so much confusion and misinfor…
So, I'm smack-dab in the middle of posting, one at a time, "Five Things I Never Say To My Kids"... And THIS happens. Don't click the link. I'll just tell you: The United Meth…
The message this sends when we say it to our kids, I worry, is not just that they ought to stick with the things worth striving for – the grueling track work outs to become fas…
Sike. I say this every other hour (And let me continue to be real: Pretty much every numbered item here is about what I REACH towards, not necessarily precisely what I’m actually doing… it’s my blog an…
#5. It tightens when I’m not at ease. Of course, this happens when all muscles are under some sort of siege... a brace-myself moment of in-balance on a…
“Where you go in your mind?” I was on my belly, my cheeks snug against the massage table’s doughnut pillow, my muscles getting nudged this way and that, when the gal doing the m…
Yesterday I was crossing the street and observed a gust of wind snatch up a bajillion Starbucks napkins, confetti-ing (read: littering) them along my path ahead. It was actual…
I’m gonna be real with ya. I go in and out of periods of wellness like it’s going out of style. And while I’ve never much cared for the hob…
So I’m at the elementary school where my kids attend for an event recently and I find myself – early for once - lingering in the hallway. In-between my dat…
When I was a kid, I thought my Dad was a Christian. I mean, it wasn’t my fault I was clueless about his agnosticism: he led my parents’ freak…
Preamble: I like alliteration enough to force it. Also: I began working on this well before the nomination was confirmed. As a result, this piece is belated on the timeline, but still aliv…
I’ve been living under a rock. My parents, while exceptionally nurturing in most ways, completely omitted educating their only daughter about body safety. The Girl Scouts, as I recall, w…
Yesterday Campbell lurked through a toy box to unearth an unlikely pad of Christmas stickers. We sat on the porch (in our tank tops and shorts), and Campbell w…
I don’t particularly like the experience of shopping at the grocery store. Although I am a complete maniac for a good deal, clothes shopping fro…
I’m in line with my husband while our four hooligans are seated at a table in the chipotle dining room wreaking noise havoc on all the innocent eaters nearby. Pointing to the shoe…
Those little make-your-own popsicle plastic handles should each have a tracking device. I was all pumped about our koolaid popsicles. EVERYBODY remembers the nos…
Older population: "Cute as a button!" My husband when we were first dating: "Cutie-patootee!" Women peers: "You are just the cutest thing!" I'm annoyed. I got my maternal grandm…
I learned in Taco Bell my mom was going to die. For once, she and Dad chose words that were not coated in hope and partial truths. A fast food dining room was a fitti…
Even my can opener isn't working. Sorta like my brain. I'm standing in my kitchen in a moment of alone, all children in the care of others, school, or a crib. Prepping din…
