E-mail me at: mrsfrema at gmail dot com
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Greetings and salutations! My name is Frema (rhymes with Breema). Except not really. But it was my college nickname and first choice for an alias when I started this blog in 2004. But now with Facebook, Twitter, etc., the cat, she is out of the bag. Bree here, great to meet you.
Originally from Chicago, I live in the Indianapolis area with my husband, Luke, and our three great kids. I work full-time in corporate marketing and communications while Luke holds down the fort at home. (Yes, we are all kinds of progressive.) I write about faith, family, and the messy process of living brave and daring greatly, with a little help from my favorite shame researcher.
This blog has a zillion categories, but if you're new, a couple don't make sense out of context. They are:
Tragic Love Friday: The online record of Love, Betrayal and a Baby, a baby-momma drama I wrote in high school. It launched during National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) in 2006, complete with commentary on lil' Frema's writing style, and finished in August 2007. If you were hooked on Aaron Spelling dramas, you will adore this, I promise.
(For an Idiot's Guide to part one provided by my fabulous TLF readers, click here. For a synopsis of part two, click here.)
Parental Discretion Advised: From July 2007 to August 2009, I wrote a blog called (what else) "Parental Discretion Advised" for Parents.com, posting three times a week about my experience with pregnancy and new motherhood. I started the blog when I was in my second trimester with Kara; when it was retired in 2009, Kara was almost two and Nathan was seven months. The Powers That Be allowed me to republish 15 entries on my personal blog, so that's what you'll find here. The time stamps reflect the original posting date.
I love Jesus, coffee, writing, all school supplies but especially pens, #Read26Indy (yes, still) and Goodreads, running thinking about when I used to run walking, maintaining active membership in the British Telly Club, and reading transcripts of Ted Talks because it's faster than watching the videos.
Please tell me what ever happened to the rocking chair you had reupholstered before your daughter was born. My dad had the same one back in the early seventies to the mid eighties. I would love to know who made the chair if there are still markings or tags underneath. I am trying to locate one for myself.
Posted by: ALISON AGUILAR | February 12, 2016 at 12:02 AM
Ugh, the Kardashians are the pits!
Posted by: Tricia | July 08, 2017 at 09:41 PM