A simple day turns into a profound journey of connection, memory, and love. Join me as I share the serendipitous series of events that brought me face-to-face with my guardian angel—and a lesson I’ll never forget.
Welcome to my own source of personal therapy.
This blog is an outlet for the inner workings of my mind, but is also a story of how you can make anything out of your life regardless of your upbringing or circumstances. You have to persevere and want more.
I made this life I have today, with a loving and ridiculous family who makes every trip around the sun an interesting one. With each step taking me closer to the type of success I dream about. I shouldn’t have what I have, but I do because I wasn’t willing to take less.
My blog is to share some of how I got here and how I keep going places. It’s a place to share struggles and realness. A place to share the absurdity that is being a mom.
Sometimes I overshare in my posts. I curse and give gory details about vaginas and grossness that comes with men and raising kids. But I also talk about spirituality, dealing with your babies not being babies anymore.
In here, I talk about what real life really is.
I’m not writing this blog, Raising the Curtins, to be popular or make boatloads of cash. That would be wonderful, but this blog has other purposes. To give me therapy so I stay somewhat sane, to leave a digital legacy for my children, and to share what’s real in life so others feel a connection through real life, not filters.
A simple day turns into a profound journey of connection, memory, and love. Join me as I share the serendipitous series of events that brought me face-to-face with my guardian angel—and a lesson I’ll never forget.
In “The Message in Luca,” Kristina Curtin reflects on the 2021 Disney movie Luca, highlighting a key message that resonated with her about silencing fear and self-doubt. In the film, the character Alberto encourages Luca to silence the fearful voice in his head by calling it “Bruno” and telling it to be quiet (“Silenzio, Bruno!”). Kristina draws a parallel between this idea and her own experience with naming her inner critical voice “Nancy.” She relates it to a similar lesson her daughter Scarlett learned in counseling about recognizing and quieting the “anxiety monster” within. Kristina emphasizes the importance of identifying that voice of fear and doubt in one’s head, naming it, and then taking control by refusing to let it dominate one’s decisions or life.
In “Bite,” Kristina Curtin recounts a frustrating legal and financial ordeal that began in February 2020 when her elderly dog, Coco, was accused of biting a woman while they were on a walk. Despite Kristina’s belief that her dog merely grazed the woman, the woman sued her for $15,000, though her medical expenses were only $400. This led to Kristina being dropped by her homeowner’s insurance, a situation she struggled to resolve for months. The post details Kristina’s disbelief at the lawsuit and her frustration with the insurance industry, while also offering practical advice to others who might find themselves in a similar situation. Ultimately, she encourages readers to learn from her experience and highlights the importance of staying cautious when interacting with others during dog walks.
In this hilarious and relatable post, Kristina shares her frustrations with various clothing items. She touches on functional issues that drive her nuts and through humor and exaggeration, she makes the everyday annoyances of dressing herself and her children a relatable experience.
In this candid and humorous post, Kristina shares her recent trip to Delray Beach, where she and her family visited relatives. However, the focus of the post quickly shifts to an unexpected and relatable topic.
I haven’t really posted about Evie’s sleeping patterns lately. This is because I am deathly afraid to “jinx” myself. Not that I really believe that you can jinx something. I’m not superstitious at all.
I open umbrellas wherever the hell I want.
Logical me knows that talking about Evie’s sleeping habits won’t change them. However, crazy-ass me has been holding strong and not saying shit about the fact that my child is now sleeping through the night.
THERE! I SAID IT! LET THE SLEEPING GODS SMITE ME NOW!
*sike!!!! please don’t smite me. these past few weeks have been glorious. i’ve slept. i’ve dreamed. i feel almost human again.*
Now that I’ve tempted fate, I might as well give the details.
If you love sarcasm, unfiltered motherhood stories, and the occasional chaos of my life (think: a mind that never stops over-analyzing everything. single. thing., parenting 4 daughters whose age ranges are ridiculous, and being married to an asshole)…you’re in luck.
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