Mandy Osterhaus Ream
Woman in middle age. Professor. Mom to one surfer and one kid with Down Syndrome. Fireman’s wife. Writing about all of it.
My Mom is Not a Rib
My mom is not a rib. Throughout my childhood, my mom would often declare, “I am not a rib.” She was definitive, certain. But I didn’t know why she said it. Now, as a mother myself, I am slowly beginning to discover all that this sentence holds.
Green with Envy
I’m a jealous person. It’s not pretty. And it is why social media is a tricky place for me. And by tricky, I mean like toxic fiery tar pits. I don’t have the constitution for it. I say that a lot, “I don’t have the constitution for it.” It’s a heady way of being self-deprecating without overtly putting myself down. I’m good like that.
We're All in This Together
As we slowly settle into a new administration, emerge from pandemic restrictions, and attend to the ongoing critical work of antiracism (to name just a few light issues in the zeitgeist), I want to champion a phrase I think has transformative powers. Just five simple words.
Our Simple Marriage Strategy
Recently my husband and I had a rift; a simultaneously seismic and common-place one for a marriage of 22 years. It was enough to cause us both to stop, turn towards one another and assess the state of our union. We both deemed a sit-down check-in valuable.