You know, midlife makes for all kinds of juicy stories. Once you hit a certain age you stop worrying about what everyone else thinks and start doing what feels…
I’ve been on a French Dip kick lately. Not just a drive-by-Arby’s-to-get-one-every-now-and-then thing, but a I’m-gonna-make-one-every-damned-night thing. It’s so bad, I thought about starting this blog as, “Hello, my…
Gah! It's one of a mother's biggest embarrassments. Right up there with admitting that you're not mother of the year because your kids live on Lean Cuisine and watch…
One of the nice thing about kids are the memory tripwires they trigger now and again; some of them painful/bittersweet, some of them warm and tender. I’ve had a…
A few weeks ago I blogged about the things that get me into the holiday spirit. Thanks to my cable subscription and two daughters under the age of eleven,…
Like many other people across the country last week, my little neck of the woods got pelted with a winter wake up call from Mother Nature. I think our…