The Minds Behind


Hi!  I’m Ashlie, the one whose words you’re reading here at Mind Over Mainstream.  I live in Indianapolis, IN with my husband, three kids, two rescue hounds (Oliver the beagle and Beau the treeing walker coonhound), three rescue kitties (Poppy Willa, Ivy Delilah, and Ophelia Eloise), and big ol’ cinnamon bunny named Bear.  Yes, I live in a zoo.

I’ve been writing in some fashion since I was about 7 years old… journaling, short stories, poetry during my angsty teen years, you name it.  And now I have a blog where I can write about anything I damn well please!

In college (or university for those of you across the pond), I studied sociology and journalism.  I realized early on that despite my love of writing, a career in journalism was just not something that I was interested in, so I shifted my focus to sociology.  My plan was to be a probation officer for juvenile offenders.  But then life happened.  I got pregnant and left after three years of school to be a mom.  Sometimes it’s the unexpected things in life that make you see the world with a new set of eyes, and that’s exactly what happened to me.

I think motherhood is the job I always wanted, but could never admit until it was thrust upon me.  So for nine years, it was my full time job.  And then I decided to go back to work, but I didn’t want to compromise my time with my kids.  So I got a job as an instructional assistant at the elementary school where at least one of my kids has attended since 2009.  It’s a pretty sweet gig.

When I’m not at home or work, I can usually be found driving my kids to and from activities, seeing live music, or hanging out at a local brewery, winery, or coffee house.  I also have a second life during the summer as a wannabe groupie for Dave Matthews Band.  This basically means that I see them in concert each summer as many times as possible.

On a less fun, slightly darker note, I suffer from both bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder.  I am really good at putting on a brave face and making everything look good, but sometimes it all catches up with me and I end up in the hospital or in bed for weeks at a time.  So sometimes life is rough, folks.  But stick around, it’s a wild ride.

Here’s the rest of the crew…

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This is Daniel, the guy I married back in 2004.  Like the nerds that we are, we met when we were 13 at a mutual friend’s house during a game of Dungeons and Dragons.  Which quickly evolved into a game of Truth or Dare, since it was the ’90s and we were curious kids in the middle of puberty.  We were on and off until 2002, when we decided to get serious.  Daniel works in IT, is antisocial, and generally hates most people.  But he loves me, so I guess that says something.


This is Delanie, our 13 year old daughter.  She’s super brilliant (I’m not kidding, she’s in the gifted and talented program), confident, and marches to the beat of her own drummer.  She has been playing the violin since she was 6 years old and now plays in her middle school’s orchestra.  She’s on a local competitive cheer team and makes it very clear that she is NOT a stereotypical cheerleader.  And as if that’s not enough, she exercises her brain on her school’s academic team and she’s a Job’s Daughter.  She’s a busy girl and she likes it that way.  She simultaneously cracks me up and makes me want to strangle her on a daily basis.


This is Elysa, otherwise known as Ellie, our ten year old daughter.  She’s the sweetest, most generous child that you will ever meet.  She is extremely sensitive and wears her heart on her sleeve.  She cries.  A lot.  She is also a mama’s girl through and through and I swear she would climb back in the womb if she could.  She’s a violinist like her sister, a cheerleader like her sister, and a Girl Scout.  With her perfect shade of dark red/auburn hair, the smattering of freckles across her nose, and the most adorable cheeks in the world, I kind of want to eat her.


This is Calvin, otherwise known as Ninja Cal, our five year old son and the kid who completed our family.  He is wild and rough and fearless and makes my heart jump into my throat approximately 5,000 times a day.  If I hadn’t already decided during my pregnancy with him that he would be our last child, I would have figured it out pretty quickly thereafter.  He is like 10 kids in the body of one, always moving and always talking.  But he has a head full of the most epic red curls and a smile that will steal your heart, so I think I’ll keep him.  He’s my little tee ball player and insists that he is going to play the trombone like his daddy when he gets big enough.


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