Mandy grew up in Baton Rouge and graduated from LSU with a degree in Anthropology. In an attempt to figure out what do with an Anthropology degree (seriously, what do you do with it?!?), she moved to DC and received a masters degree in Forensic Science at George Washington University. Still at a loss for what she wanted to be when she grew up, Mandy moved to Austin, TX. Over the course of seven years, she built a successful(ish) jewelry design business, met some of her favorite people ever, imported her now husband from Baton Rouge, and made the decision to move back to Baton Rouge to start a family. Since then, Mandy has worked for a jewelry designer, a CPA, and now a financial advisor. And in between, she was a stay at home mom to three feisty, but sweet daughters, two of which are twins. Her girls love to dance and sing just like their mom, and Mandy's dream of a possible girl version of the Hansons or a Judds-like situation is becoming more of a reality every day. In the meantime, she is pouring her creativity into her writing which can be described as honest, funny and little bit snarky, just like Mandy. You can check out more of her musings at Tantrums and Twirls.

Screen Time and the Loss of a Teachable Moment

It’s been a long, hot summer and my girls and I were coming off of a two week period of being stuck at the house because of sickness and surgery recovery. We all hit...

It’s Time to Call Some Moms to Fix This

Last week, I was home taking care of my three and a half year old during her tonsillectomy recovery. I had planned on using the down time to get some writing done, but I...

An Open Thank You Letter to My Fellow Chick-fil-a Moms

One afternoon after sending my force-fed children off into the glass-enclosed zoo exhibit that is the Chick-fil-a playground, I began my ritual of grazing waffle fries dipped in sauce. Without my own children there...

How I Keep Our Playroom From Turning Into a Junk Room

Last year, we made the decision to have one sleep room and one playroom. Originally, we had two and a half year old twins in one room and the four and a half year...

It’s Nothing Personal :: I’m Just Their Mom

I knew it would happen one day. My loving and kind little girls who ordinarily treat me like I hung the moon would look me in the eye and tell me something awful about...