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Lindy Vogel
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Editor-in-Chief, The Sweary Mommy
California, Santa Cruz
Beats
Biography
I’m a salty bitch and recovering baby addict who writes about parenting, pregnancy and pop culture. Memoir, personal essay, and creative nonfiction are my specialties. I’ve been featured on Pregnant Chicken, Slackjaw Humor, and Frazzled Parents, with occasional guest posts for Nameberry. I have five sons--two of whom have made it to adulthood--and a daughter. But my favorite child is the sassiest: my Medium publication, Sweary Mommy.
fitness, politics
Content
By Lindy Vogel|The Sweary MommyDRAMEDYNo, seriously. I’m askingMy baby took the morning train — the AirTran one, departing at 1:30 a.m. from SFO to Long Term Parking. Our family took the train, actually. We got back from our Honduran vacation late last night after a ridiculous voyage home, a journey which — I shit you not — involved a rooster at an AirBnb, a hen that tried to imitate its crow, and concomitant lack of sleep for all.
By Lindy Vogel|MediumMember-only storySAY MOREOn permanent bad haircutsLindy Vogel·FollowPublished inInvisible Illness·3 min read·--(Photo by Nikolaos Dimou, via Pexels)Four years ago, I was diagnosed with bipolar 1. It all started with my manic episode over 12 months into the pandemic. My six kids (plus one foster daughter) had not been to “in-person” school for more than a year — and our house had nearly burned down in the CZU Lightning Complex fires. To put it mildly, I’d been stressed. My brain finally broke.
By Lindy Vogel|The Sweary MommyTHROWDOWNSAn All-Ages Tantrum TaleJoin Medium today to support human storytelling. I wasn’t always a stay-at-home mom. Three and a half children ago, I worked as an in-home caregiver for senior citizens — mostly with companionship. Due to the driving, it was a huge pain in the ass. But I didn’t have to wipe anybody’s, thank god. It was winter in Seattle, which meant ice storms. Inadvisably, I’d taken a gig downtown — all the way down near First Hill — caring for a woman with early-stage dementia.
Company Info
The Sweary Mommy