Welcome to No, Seriously...
Hi. I'm Jen Logan. I'm a punk rock mom and wife of a seriously skilled creative man, who we should probably call St. John. I am a mental health therapist and CPA and I used to own a record label. I have had a few careers, and worn a lot of hats in my life. I have been married for almost 21 years now, and my daughter is about to turn 14. She doesn't like me to talk about her much because she hates to be in the spotlight which is kind of weird for a kid who is on stage all the time between theater and her rock band. I am really close with my parents, probably to a point of co-dependency, but that's okay. I love them. They are the two people who told me I could be anything I wanted to be and encouraged me to take chances.
The one thing that has been a constant in my life is punk rock music. I can tell you what I was listening to at most points in my life. I know exactly where I was and what I was doing when I learned that Kurt Cobain died and I remember when a girl was struck by lightening at the Tibetan Freedom Concert in DC. It isn't a wonder I married a musician and hear music in my house consistently.
I like to tell stories about my childhood, and my family, and the weird encounters I have in the world. These are mostly just my thoughts written down in a place my kid can one day discover and learn a little more about me. Did I mention I have a pretty high opinion of myself?
I’m Not a Loser
I love when you walk into a space and find your people. I do it a lot at punk shows, church basements and a little book store that sells mental health books. My kid did it last night at a restaurant in town. We sat down at our table and our waitress immediately asked...
Suffer
We moved into our new house and after a week of unpacking I finally had the chance to use the jet tub. It took about a week to fill up and was so big I couldn't reach my feet to the end while lying down so I basically floated around while bubbles blew through my hair....
Suburban Home
About two years ago we decided it was time to move. It was shortly after the boy who lives next door punched my daughter in the stomach and scratched her arm while "playing" outside and then lied when confronted about it. Since that time, we have been looking at...
Punk Rock Saves Lives
Multiple day music festivals are more common than crop tops on pre-teens these days, but when I was a young music fan, there was no such thing. The first time I went to a show with more than three bands and one stage was Lollapalooza in 1991. My memories are limited,...
Brody (The Young Crazed Peeling)
My cat died this week and I'm fairly certain there is a hole in my heart that will never be healed. I think I had forgotten how much you could love an animal until he came into my life. Maybe it's because I had been wanting a kitten for five years before my husband...
Rebel Girl’s Daughter
I woke up sobbing this morning like a little girl. It took me a minute to wake up and realize that I was a little girl and I was crying because I was talking to myself. It's something I tell clients to do a lot when we are talking about trauma they went through as a...
Face To Face
Way back in November 2022, I won an overnight stay at a waterpark and promptly forgot about it because it was Christmas. When I found the envelope again I remembered that I had just assumed that it would be a trip for me, my husband, my kid and my parents because it...
Punk Rock Jock
I promised my Dad I wouldn't write about him anymore. But here's the thing - he is the star of most of my life stories, and I'm a liar. He can't even really be mad because he's the one who taught me to lie. He taught me to tell a good story, and sometimes that means...
Beat My Head Against the Wall
My last computer was a Dell and it lasted me almost 10 years. Recently, my husband decided he was sick of hearing me whine about how bulky it was and how my camera was fuzzy, so he bought me a brand spanking new HP. It lasted not quite five months. Last month, the...
Kool Thing
Last month, I showed my daughter a new skirt I bought and she told me I looked like a homeless person. It wouldn't have been so bad except she was kind of accurate. It's an army green skirt made of nylon with draw strings. It does kind of resemble a Hefty bag. Now I...
I Want Candy
I have a serious sweet tooth. Anyone who knows me, knows I cannot pass up anything sprinkled, drizzled or dipped. I also am known for doing everything a little bigger than necessary. I earned the nickname "double scoop" when my entire family went out for ice cream and...
School of Punk
My mom took my kid shopping a month ago and tried to buy her a Bob Marley sweatshirt. My daughter thought about it for a second and said she couldn't wear it since she couldn't name three Bob Marley songs. Some parents have rules about playing with matches and screen...
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