Jennifer Grassman

Recording Artist + Author + Mommy



Faith, Family, Fashion, Food, and other Feminine Fancies!

How Target & The Left Abandoned Abuse Victims & PTSD Sufferers

Unless you live in a very deep dark cave in Antarctica, you’ve heard about the controversial stance Target has taken in permitting anyone to use any bathroom they choose. They claim they only want legit transgender people allowed to use whichever bathroom they feel the strongest emotional connection with. However, practically speaking, unless the government starts certifying transgender people (kinda like the the way disabled people are granted handicapped placards, or 21+ folks are hand-stamped at concerts where boos are being sold), Target employees are just going to have to let every Tom, Dick (no pun intended), and Harry into their ladies’ room for fear of being smeared as transphobic or bigoted. Continue reading “How Target & The Left Abandoned Abuse Victims & PTSD Sufferers”


Caring For Baby Gwynevere with Texas Children’s Hospital

I’ve talked about this quite a bit on my Facebook page, but the last five weeks have been such a whirlwind that I haven’t sat down and tried to write anything more detailed about Tiny Gwynevere and her scary health issue.

It was Easter Sunday and we’d just gotten home from church. I was getting lunch ready and Jason was changing Gwyn out of her cute little Easter dress and into a cozy little onesy.

That’s when he saw it. Our beautiful, perfect, easygoing baby had a mass the size of a large marble in her neck. You could see it clearly when she turned her head, and it looked purplish. Continue reading “Caring For Baby Gwynevere with Texas Children’s Hospital”

Exercising & Getting Back In Shape After Pregnancy & C-Section

I’ve been working out with a personal trainer this past week. As someone who wears my stress in my neck and shoulders it’s been so helpful! Plus, having 3 babies in 4 years does some horrid things to your back, hips, and abs. Continue reading “Exercising & Getting Back In Shape After Pregnancy & C-Section”

Mommy Sleep vs. Newborn Baby, Poopy Diapers, & An Oral-B Electric Toothbrush

Guess who woke up at 4:00 AM bright eyed and bushy tailed? My one month old baby daughter, that’s who. Now, usually she wakes up to nurse at 12 AM, 3 AM, and 5 AM. This morning however, she awoke with big blue curious owl eyes, and refused to settle down again. I’m pretty sure if she could talk we’d have had a serious heart-to-heart. Something was definitely on the Little Birdie’s mind. Continue reading “Mommy Sleep vs. Newborn Baby, Poopy Diapers, & An Oral-B Electric Toothbrush”

To The Lady Who Left Me Her Tea Cups

I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but I have your tea cups. I know that you loved collecting things, and that your china dishes and teapots were something you treasured. When you passed away, Continue reading “To The Lady Who Left Me Her Tea Cups”

Motherhood: A Corn Pop Parable

Frequently, as parents, we learn from our children. You’d think it would be the other way around, and it often is, but as Mommies and Daddies we do a lot of learning, relearning, and self-discovery with and through our kids.

Today, my 2-year-old gave my 8-month-old a bag of Corn Pops cereal, and she promptly spread it all around her on the floor. So there she was, cute as a button, clumsily stuffing handfuls into her mouth, drooling all over herself, and gurgling with glee. Continue reading “Motherhood: A Corn Pop Parable”

50 Shades of Morally Non Grey Area

Happy Valentine’s Day!!! 50 Shades of Grey is out!!!

(That was said with seething sarcasm.)

Many people have been very vocal about the morality of a movie that glorifies an abusive relationship, so I’m not even going to bother rehashing that. Instead, I’m going to address the typical response to dissenters:


Seriously? Since when did consent make everything OK? If someone told you it’s OK to run them over with a car, would you do it? No. Because that would be bad. You would be a criminal. Even if they asked you in writing.

Most abuse victims consent. Sometimes they love their abuser and are desperate to make them happy. Sometimes they’re afraid to say no. Sometimes they are so used to being abused that they think abuse is normal and they honestly don’t realize anything bad is happening to them.

The Eurythmics understood this:

“Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.”

Nevertheless, abusers are losers, whether their victims consent or not.

The other asinine argument many people like to tout is:


Here’s a short screenplay demonstrating why this argument is logically fallacious:

Loyd: Will eating rocks make you sick?
Jane: Yes.
Loyd: Have you ever eaten rocks?
Jane: No.
Loyd: Then how do you know it will make you sick?

Loyd is an idiot. Don’t be Loyd.

It is entirely possible to know something without personally experiencing it. For example, you know that the moon is made out of rock, even though you’ve probably never been to the moon. Just so, a person can know that 50 Shades of Grey is morally objectionable without reading or watching it. There’s really nothing morally grey about it. In fact, this issue is really pretty black and white.

Valentine’s Gift Ideas for Texas Chicks Like Me

OK, so some of these ideas are more feasible than others, but here ya go! Tell me this isn’t the most brilliant wish list EVER!

A Pink Gun.

This Wine Holder. And Wine. Obviously.

A Nap.

A Maid. Is it Me or Does She Kinda Look Like a Super Hero?

This Patio.

A Kitty from a Local Animal Rescue Shelter. (Photo via MCAS)

This Bed Suspended From Trees in an Enchanted Forest.

A Stay at Messina Hof Winery‘s B&B.

Chocolate. Duh.

Orchids. They’re Like The New Roses. Get ‘Em In A Pot.

A Camera & Photography Classes.

A Shopping Spree for a New Wardrobe. (Pic via Modcloth)

A Manicure & Pedicure.

The Evolution of a Diva: Musician + Author < Mommy

New Year’s Eve with Elowyn, December 31, 2014

As a creative person I wear so many hats. There are just so many things I’m interested in! It used to be that I loved nothing more than composing songs, performing concerts, and writing stories. Now, don’t get me wrong, I still LOVE those things, but motherhood has changed me. In addition to music and writing, I also love doing craft activities and baking with my little girls, decorating our home, scrapbooking, and crocheting blankets that I rarely finish.

What can I say? I’m a Musical Mommy. A Domestic Diva. A Singing SAHM. A Crafty Composer. A Harmonizing Housewife. A Wordsmithing WAHM. A Scrapbooking Songbird. A Crocheting Chanteuse. A Poetic Painting Pianist. A Dulcet Diaper-Changer. A Modge-Podging Matriarch. A DIY Decorating Damsel in a Domicile.

OK I’ll stop now.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that over the past few years I’ve been undergoing a spiritual rebranding. I used to dream about being a diva on stage under the lime light. Now I dream about teaching my girls to sing and play piano, and being more involved in the music ministry at our church. That’s not to say I’m not interested in performing concerts again or returning to the studio.

New Year’s Eve with Leianor, Dec. 31, 2014

In fact, I have an album (Once Upon A Time) that’s 99% finished, and is just waiting for a final polish so I can release it. But my interests and aspirations are so much more now … They may not be as glamorous or eclectic, but they’re deeper, more diverse, and I daresay more meaningful.

Children change you. Love changes you. I used to think that maturity came with age, but as it turns out, maturity comes with loving others. I’m very excited to grow during this new season of my life, and share my experiences with you here on my blog.

Be forewarned though, you’re going to see a lot more crafts, home décor projects, creative writing, recipes, poetry, and mommy madness.

I’m also planning a few very special concerts this year though, so stay tuned! I’ll be sure to invite you ❤

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