Stumbling Through the Awkward…

To say I had an awkward childhood is an understatement. I was klutzy and unathletic, and could possibly fill a book with stories of my embarrassing unathleticism (yes, this is totally a word). I had to wear coke-bottle glasses with tape over one eye because of my lazy-eye… my mother didn’t realize that just picking up a $5 eye patch would’ve been WAY better than scotch-taping one side of my already ugly ass glasses. Did I mention I was only 6 years old? And how my mom wore the exact same glasses? Yeah. Good times.

My oldest turns 10 next week. 10. A full flippin’ decade. 10 years ago, at this very moment, I was miserable. Hell, I should’ve been holding my baby at that point — she was definitely cooked, locked and loaded at this point. She tipped the scales at almost 10lbs! After enduring 2 and a half days of pure hell pitocin-induced labor, culminating with 3 hours of failed pushing, I was sliced open via emergency c-section and wondered where the hell they pulled that 3 month old baby out of, because it certainly wasn’t me.

While that birth experience will be etched in my brain as if it happened last month, probably for all eternity, a full decade has whizzed past me. Yes my friends, as cliche as it sounds — childhood goes by in the blink of an eye.

My 10 year old had to start wearing glasses last year. Eyewear has dramatically improved over the last 30 years, so her glasses = adorable. But over the last few months, as she began 4th grade, tiny bits and pieces of adolescent-awkwardness have appeared.

Acne. Frenemies. Mood swings. Peer pressure…


I have been trying to talk to her about the changes, without scaring her. Because… this is only the beginning. WAAAAH!!!

I’m still dealing with moments of awkwardness.

I’m still learning.

I’m still stumbling.

Do I tell her that? Do I tell her that it doesn’t necessarily get better? That there are times where I need a beer because life can truly suck ass and there’s nothing else to do but attempt to escape the shittiness for a few hours by drinking? Probably not a lesson to teach a 10 year old, but… I digress. Right now, her means of escape = books and listening to indie and classical music in her room. So, that’s a definite win. A nerdy win, but I’ll take it. Hey, I escape in nerdy ways too (she says as she types out a blogpost) with a beer in hand, of course.

I’ve accepted the fact that we’re stumbling through adolescence together. Instead of ignoring her issues, pointing out weaknesses, or simply yelling like my mother… I am doing what I can to help her discover her best self.

I’ll say things like… Yes, acne sucks. Here is some medicated cover-up so we can fix it and forget it. No, I’m not putting makeup on my nearly 10yo… it’s a small way of helping her to be her best. To help her maintain some shred of focus and confidence. Acne sucks, but to me, helping her treat, conceal and heal it is like brushing her hair. I’m not going to send her to school with bedhead. Why would I send her to school with untreated skin issues?

If only mean-girl problems were as simple to treat as acne. Because that’s another issue entirely.

My nearly 10yo has a close-knit class of 14 kids. Most of them have gotten along with each other fantastically since preschool. Boys/girls — didn’t matter. They were friends! End of sentence. That changed this year. Some of the girls feel pressure to have a BFF — and — as you know — you can only have ONE BFF. So there’s issues of exclusion that I am VERY familiar with. FOMO is real, and fuck… it starts young. Manipulative minds develop young too, I suppose, since I know my daughter holds in her shit until she BURSTS at the least appropriate time. I don’t know anyone like that. *shutter* I believe that some of her friends have realized how to push some of her buttons and when they get the reaction they were hoping for… BOOM. They win. Not fair. But kids are kids, and these are the lessons, right?! *sigh* 

Finding the age-appropriate tools to get my 10yo daughter to understand that people who treat you like shit don’t deserve your friendship is a huge challenge. That just does not make sense to an open-hearted 4th grader who just wants to be friends with everyone. I tell her to stand up for herself, because she’s awesome! If others don’t see that… too bad. Again… right over her head.

I try to point out what she kicks ass at — how creative and artistic she is, how she can sing, and read long, challenging books, how cool it is that can code on the computer (yes, really), and how she has this crazy-awesome memory when it comes to detailed facts about animals. Even though we’re balancing issues like acne and haircuts and glasses… I try to avoid focusing too much on looks or superficial things — because that shouldn’t matter… like… ever. Yes, she’s adorable and beautiful inside and out, but why is that always the first line of “defense” when it comes to talking to our young daughters? Like, that magically fixes everything? We don’t tell boys “But you’re so beautiful, inside and out! You can do anything!” when they’re stumbling through a bad day. I mean… I don’t have a son, so maybe I’m wrong… but I’ve never heard someone utter that stale line to a boy as much as we spew it out to girls like verbal diarrhea.

This Sarah Silverman quote grabbed me by balls I didn’t even know I had… but really, it makes so much sense.


I do think both of my daughters have the capability to be anything. I don’t say that out loud (shhh), but I believe it to be true… but first, they need to find a way to trudge through the bullshit adolescent years. When I think about the changes my girls will face over the next decade, oy. It makes my head spin.

I can’t fix everything. I’m trying to listen. Practice compassion, offer support, lead by example by just being a good, strong person, avoiding drama when I can, laughing at the bullshit when necessary.

I can’t protect my daughters from everything. I can’t baby-proof their life anymore.

I’m trying to patiently *bwhahaha!* guide my oldest daughter through the awkward age of adolescence while knowing full well she has to stand on her own two feet and learn lessons through the stumbles. Because that’s where the humor is. I had to discover that on my own. And I certainly didn’t learn it at age 10.

Awkwardness is easier to embrace and laugh at as you get older, but… that may be the alcohol talking. There, I said it. 

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Alaskan Brewing

alaskanbrewinglogoAlaskan Brewing knows how to make an entrance.

I was recently contacted regarding their addition of Michigan to their distribution map, with the question “Would you like to try some of our beer? Where should we send it?

Less than a week later, a case of Alaskan Brewing Craft Beer arrived, and I was GEEKED.

To say I love my job is an understatement. 

I always felt this innate desire to visit Alaska, and I feel I took a virtual trip via pint-glass as I made my journey through the case Alaskan Brewing generously sent me.

I am fairly partial to my Michigan craft beer, being a Michigan gal living in Beer City, USA. I feel our close proximity to the fresh, clean water in the Great Lakes has a bit to do with the delicious Michigan beer our friendly brewers create. Add in the midwest charm and creative juices — boom. Deliciousness in a pint-glass.

Alaskan Brewing carries a similar vibe to my beloved Michigan beer. Their water originates in a 1500 square mile Juneau Ice Field, and from more than 90″ of rainfall Juneau receives each year. That fresh flavor I adore seemed to pour out of each sip I took. They say isolation forces creativity. The isolation of living on the island of Juneau has inspired brewers to create a mouth-watering flood of flavor! The flavor is certifiable — Alaskan Brewing has won more Great American Beer Festival medals than any other craft brewery… ever. EVER!

Would you like to take a journey through Alaska via pint-glass? Let’s go!

Let’s start at the very beginning, I hear it’s a very good place to start. The beginning meaning… the Gold Rush.

Alaskan Amber
Marcy and Geoff Larson spent 3 years perfecting a 100 year old recipe Marcy discovered on shipping records from Douglas City Brewing Co. (1899-1907). The article listed ingredients for this Alt (German for “old”) beer with a description on the way it was brewed. Alaskan Amber became their Flagship beer, made with ingredients believed to have been around when folks were digging for gold 100 years ago. The flavor is smooth with a few layers of flavor, beginning with the malty aroma, and finishing with carmel and toasted nuts. At only 5.3% ABV, it is a very sessionable beer, something you could drink all day, while digging for gold, or chasing your children into bed on a school night.

Icy Bay IPAIMG_3804.JPG
Hello, my name is Kelli, and I love IPAs. Hi Kelli. If wanting an endless supply of Icy Bay IPA on hand at all times is wrong, I don’t want to be right. At 6.2% ABV, it is something I could drink more than one of without question. IPAs are traditionally brewed with a large amount of hops for their preservative properties. The Summit, Apollo and Cascade hops provide Icy Bay IPA with an intense hop flavor and citrus aroma, completing each sip with a punch of more hoppy goodness in the finish.

Fun factoid: the name Icy Bay is a tribute to the surfers who ride the waves of Yakutat and Icy Bay, as the air and water temperatures are well below freezing, and water temps are not much higher. The bold, brisk taste of Icy Bay IPA is meant to match the intensity of a remote ride of a a wave breaking on an Alaskan beach.

Alaskan Brewing has created a Double IPA that highlights everything I want a DIPA to be. Not too heavy, and something I can drink without requiring a siesta a half hour after my pint glass is empty. At 8.5% ABV, Hopthermia isn’t as sessionable as the Icy Bay IPA, but the balanced flavor will put a smile on many beer lover faces — not just hop-heads. The rich malt flavor paired with, are you ready… Nugget, Apollo, Amarillo, Citra and Centennial hops take your mouth on a fun roller-coaster ride through carmel and spicy citrus notes. I tell many of my thinks they are anti-IPA friends to try a double IPA sometime before they decide they are anti-hops. Certain DIPAs are like a gateway drug. Hopthermia is a delicious adventure to embark on.

Freeride APA
I arrived at this Pale Ale toward the end of my tasting adventure, and I was disappointed when these bottles were empty. There is a reason Freeride earned Gold among pale ales at the US Open Beer Championships last year. Being such a hard-core IPA lover, Pale Ales are not always my favorite style as they just don’t pack the punch that an IPA does, at least for me. But I believe Pale Ales may be making a comeback… starting with this beer from Alaskan Brewing. Freeride American Pale Ale started as a springtime staple for Alaskan’s backcountry skiing and snowboarders, then quickly morphed into a favorite for kayakers, bikers and hikers. The balanced crystal malt and light citrus hop flavor and aroma make this 5.3% ABV Pale Ale very drinkable any time of the year.

Pumpkin Porter
When you receive a package of beer in the middle of summer, the last style you would think of is… pumpkin. Let alone a Pumpkin Imperial Porter. But my taste adventures through Alaska did not end with a whimper. While I was leery of the traditional Pumpkin Ale going Porter, I was not disappointed. Alaskan Brewing features in-house smoked food and beer. Their Smoked Porter is a local favorite (and has won MANY medals). This Pumpkin Porter was the heaviest out of the case I received. Even if it didn’t have the highest alcohol at 7.0% ABV, it felt like a meal in a pint-glass. Made with 6 different malts, including smoked malt, brown sugar and a comforting blend of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves. But let’s not forget the star of the show — the pumpkin. Pumpkins were first used in beer as a substitute for hard-to-find malt. George Washington — yes, the father of our great country — had a highly touted recipe. Yeah, that’s right, I’m waiting for my call from Drunk History for this fun lesson. 11lbs of pumpkin are added to every barrel of this porter, giving the beer a smooth, velvety rich flavor.

Special shout out to the good people at Alaskan Brewing for hooking me up with a trip-to-Alaska-via-pint-glass! I truly enjoyed my adventure and hope to visit the brewery in person someday soon!

In the meantime, you can find Alaskan Brewing in your neck of the woods by checking out this distribution map.


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Laughter is the Best Medicine.

I may have mentioned once or twenty dozen times that I grew up with a strict catholic mother. While she enjoyed comedians like Bill Cosby, she didn’t seem to “get” the comics that would cross the line. Her idea of “edgy” was the fact that she could laugh at a black man’s jokes.

While I’m grateful I grew up with shows like The Cosby Show… in many ways, it was a gateway drug to other comic-led shows like Roseanne. Which my mom hated (I believe she called it pure trash) but my dad and I LOVED!

Unlike my mother, my father has a fantastic sense of humor. Hearing his big belly laugh brings me SUCH joy, and always has. Especially when it’s humor that crosses the line.

My dad and I would sneak-watch SNL together — taped on a VCR one of us would program (we were the only ones in the house who knew how!) While my mom chuckled at Hans and Frans (ie — fairly vanilla sketches) many of the jokes went too far, or just flew over her head. If she caught us watching SNL, or even Roseanne, she’d stomp in screaming “Enough! Turn it off!” just as we were laughing our asses off at an unfiltered joke. God forbid we laugh at something so profound, we wish we thought of it ourselves!

I have a vivid memory of my dad coming home from a trip with the gift of Wayne’s World, the week it was released on VHS… he was so excited to share the movie with me and my sisters, but my mom stomped all over his joy and lost her mind over it. It was a big wake up call. I knew we got the jokes… and she didn’t.

While my mom would appreciate the family-friendly Robin Williams movies… she wasn’t a big fan of stand up comedians, or seeing people like Robin simply going off on talk shows like my dad and I. For us, seeing Robin cross the line was appointment television, and still was for me right up until his passing! My dad and I would laugh our asses off at the same jokes.

*interrupting editor’s note* I started writing this piece after Robin passed… and now that Joan has sadly joined him, I feel inclined to share more.

My mom wasn’t a Joan Rivers fan… I remember my mother specifically getting upset when she would guest host The Tonight Show. She’d complain about “That Joan Rivers is no Johnny” with her dad, my old fashioned Grandfather. Maybe on some level, that was *their* bonding moment.

But, my dad got the jokes. And so did I.

Female comedians were so rare for a VERY long time. And to see one that would frequently cross the line and never apologize for it… well, she was practically the polar opposite of my “what-will-people-think?!” mother. So I loved the shit out of Joan… and the many ladies that followed in her footsteps.

I’m a pop culture DORK… I should probably be in a 12-step program. And I hate death… but I try not to get my panties in a wad over people I don’t know personally. But Robin and Joan felt like a big part of my life. This space probably wouldn’t exist without their influence on me. Momma Needs A Beer?! People still don’t get it. But I’ve learned to get over it, because the people that DO get it are my people. The ones with a sense of humor. The ones that get the honest, occasionally bitchy jokes… that are partially therapeutic, because laughter *is* the best medicine.

The careers of other comedians I adore wouldn’t exist without Joan and Robin’s influence either. Sarah Silverman, Louis CK, Roseanne, Chelsea Handler, Jim Gaffigan, Whitney Cummings, Kathy Griffin, Maria Bamford, Russell Brand, Amy Schumer, Janeane Garafalo, Ricky Gervais, Tina Fey, Amy Poehler… seriously. Think about it.

Comedians like the ones I listed off the top of my head above have shocked me into belly laughs… and have inspired me to ignore those voices in my own head that attempt to shut my mouth when I feel the urge to say something shocking, offensive or questionable… but hilarious. My mind is pretty much like a 12yo boy after 2 beers. Ok, so all of the damn time. I’m a sick and twisted chic.

I know I censor myself more than many comedians. And I actually wouldn’t call myself a comedian. Ever! But, I do get the humor. I get it. And I’ll forever be grateful for my dad crossing a few tiny lines to help me laugh my way through an occasionally difficult childhood with a controlling mom who seemed to lack a sense of humor.

So thank you, dad, for letting me peek inside the wonderful world of edgy belly laughs. And thank you Robin and Joan for paving a very funny path often imitated, but never duplicated. You’ll forever own a piece of my funny-loving heart. Rest in peace Robin and Joan…IMG_3796.PNG

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