raising the curtins

I was broken in my childhood by abusive parents. But, I didn’t let that put me in darkness. Instead, by being broke, I was able to grow stronger…and eventually learn how to shine.

Must sing the title to the tune of “Truth Hurts.” Here’s how I found out I’m expecting with baby #3 and how I told the fam all about it. My inner struggles and their reactions included.

I named the voice in my head. Totally normal….

Why wearing yoga pants is just my thing.

The ripe old age of 37 is not necessarily the best time in your life to try and get pregnant. Here’s why I waited until now to give it the ole college try for baby #3.

Why is it that when someone might be gay, we can’t help but throw it into the convo, even when we’re not talking about sex at all? Look, I don’t care which hole you’re using. But unless you’re showing me a manstick or making bedroom requests, we don’t need a play-by-play of who you think is gay. And if we’re going down that road, can we please start declaring straightness, too? Because that would...

Recap of our trip to Venice Beach to try shark teeth hunting. It includes a homeless guy showing off his goods, ice nuggets, drinking anxiety, setting fires, PDA, and plaques.

Avengers: End Game sets me off.

TMI on my perverted mind and how this does not translate to my sex life. An unfortunate fact for my poor husband.

Family day as extras for a Mexican TV show which includes me overanalyzing everything, per usual.

Passionate relationships all have the same qualities – you fall in love and all you want to do is be around that person, talk about that person, know everything about them. I had an extremely passionate relationship since I was about 6. My lover? Food.

The second child is an experience all their own. Here’s a look at a span of just 3 hours with mine.

I chose to be a transparent parent years ago. To teach my kids about their bodies, and other important topics, because the world can be harsh and information is power. But, this led to some interesting side effects.

Journeying out of childhood and into womanhood can be a celebration, not an embarrassment. Just hold a period party.

My rant on birthday parties, triggered after only 4 kids showed up to my daughter’s 8th birthday party – despite the RSVPs.

For all my menstruating women out there. Light a tampon, raise it up, and hear my ode to the menstrual cup.

I am horrible at all domestic tasks. The only one that doesn’t drive me insane like my mother is laundry. Yet, this episode is basically a b*tch fest about folding, fabric care labels, and mf-ing fitted sheets.

Kids are off school. Forced time away from electronics means every day they make slime. Which means every surface of my house is covered in the stuff.

Getting your 7 year old ready in the morning is worse than going to the gyno.

Why, if I don’t like kids, do I willingly volunteer to chaperone?

Why I never wanted to be a mom, but then my first daughter was born and everything changed.

Recalling the time we had family photos taken for the blog and why, before now, we never had them.

All of the episodes in this series are readings of the actual blog posts, written by me – Kristina Curtin. These posts document my life, my mind, my childhood, and my family’s lives – through my eyes and words of course. I don’t censor life. This is a real, unfiltered look at me and my family. I am “raising the curtains” on how I am “raising the curtins.”