Fall Rain Boots

“In every real man, a child is hidden that wants to play.”  

~Friedrich Nietzsche~

I love autumn.  The cooler days, the crisp air, the crackle of leaves underfoot and the many overcast or rainy days make me inordinately happy.  Remember the childhood joy of splashing through puddles?Turns out, its still fun!  These boots are all waterproof and are just what you need to reclaim that puddle-jumping joy, even if its only during your commute.

Fall Rain Boots

SOLO Rain Boot ($40).  Bogs Eugene Chukka Waterproof Leather Boot ($95).  Palladium Pampa Sport Cuff WPN Rain Boot ($90).  Converse Chuck Taylor All Star Hi Rubber Boot ($35).  Tretorn Gunnar Rain Shoe ($50).  Rockport Rugged Bucks ($107).  Honeywell Shrimp Boot ($25).  KEEN The Ace WP Boot ($95).  Bogs Johnny Chelsea Waterproof Leather Boot ($155).  Helly Hansen Midsund 2 Rain Boot ($42).   Palladium Pampa Cuff WP Lux Rain Boot ($65).  Rockport Redemption Road Waterproof Boot ($58).  Hunter Original Short ($119).  The Original L.L. Bean Boot, Rubber Moc ($89).  Tretorn Wings Rain Boot ($33).


How to Make a Kid’s Toy Box


I’m at that stage of life where all of my friends and family have young kids.  I love having all these little buggers over to play, but noticed that they usually ended up entertaining themselves by chasing my cats endlessly around the apartment.  I decided to turn the storage ottoman in our living room into a toy box so the kids would have fun when visiting.  I had a great time putting it together and the kids love it.  Bonus points with the parents for thinking of the kids!  Here’s how to make a great toy box when you don’t have any kids of your own.  Continue reading “How to Make a Kid’s Toy Box”

Better Dressed Butch

I’ve been butch since birth. Sure, my mom bought me a blue dress with white polka dots to match her and my sister on Easter when I was about 7. That outfit even included a white, wide-brim hat and lacy white socks. My private school upbringing also meant wearing a skirt five days a week for the first 18 years of my life. Oh, plus Sunday for church. So that left my weeknights and weekend to express my (ahem) “personal style.” Let’s just say it was lacking. Actually, it stayed lacking until I was about 28 years old. My uniform consisted of ill-fitting graphic t-shirts (that I convinced myself were clever), jeans, and Adidas sneakers. Plus hooded sweatshirts in the winter. I know. Sigh.

Let me begin my embarrassingly weak defense by stating that I was a sheltered child. And I am not sure you know what it is like to grow up lower-middle class in a rural area. Oh and gay. I’m not throwing that out there as some special “look-at-me” card. I’m just saying that my struggle to find a way to express myself was deepened by the fact that I wasn’t even sure how to articulate my identity with words, much less with my clothing. Plop that down in a locale that is dominated by camo (and not the Nick Wooster kind either), flannel, polyester and Walmart specials, and you will begin to understand what I had to work to overcome.

The Achilles heel, though, is that I was fat. Not like, kinda chubby or a little chunky. More like, belly hanging over belt fat.  Also, really short. I’m 5’2″. Let’s all agree that short and fat is not the best foundation for winning the “best-dressed” award. Continue reading “Better Dressed Butch”