Stephanie Sprenger

Oct 20, 2023 | thebelladonnacomedy.com | Stephanie Sprenger

Dear Reader,I'm so pleased you've chosen to read my memoir, Gaze At My Navel. Before you begin, I have a few things I'd like to clarify. Being a female author writing about her own life, I realize it's easy to jump to the conclusion that I am overly self-absorbed (some would even bandy about the term narcissist - yikes!), and thus, I feel it's very important to reassure you that my top priority remains, as in all avenues of my life, making my readers feel as comfortable as possible.

Oct 10, 2023 | stephsprenger.medium.com | Stephanie Sprenger

How To Ruin a Massage in 22 Carefully Plotted StepsLying face down on the warm table, the scent of lavender and ylang ylang wafts around me. I'm fairly confident my massage therapist has only been working on me for about eight minutes. Which leaves 82 delicious minutes remaining! I will not ruin this appointment by talking. But I will ruin it by thinking. For years I have crafted a special practice of sabotaging body care treatments with tendencies that may lie outside the realm of the neurotypical.

Sep 21, 2023 | motherwellmag.com | Stephanie Sprenger

By Stephanie Sprenger@mommyisforreal“Mommy, you have main character energy,” my fifteen-year-old told me. It wasn’t a compliment. “What does that mean?” I asked her. She clarified with, “It means you’re a total main character. I mean, even your Myers Briggs says so. ENFJ is the protagonist.” She threw her hands up, emphasizing my status as a cosmic lost cause, me and my main character energy. I mean, let’s be honest. Mothers are not supposed to be main characters. We were built for a supporting role.

Jun 12, 2023 | muthamagazine.com | Stephanie Sprenger

99 Problems Published on June 12th, 2023 | by Stephanie Sprenger The bathroom line was predictably long. My daughters and I stood clutching our swimsuits, sandwiched by eager patrons of the off-the-beaten-path hot springs. While we waited, we did what we did best: eavesdrop. It wasn’t hard—one of the two twenty-something women behind us was carrying on as though she possessed the stage at open mic night.