One of the good things about being 52, aside from not being 53, is having a handle on what makes you tick. I’ve got to tell you though, for about the first 40 years on this planet, I had no idea what made me do the things I did and feel the way I felt.Read more…
One year ago today, I was speed walking down the endless halls of the Vatican Museum — past hundred-year-old tapestries, the colorful Gallery of Maps frescoes and the ornately gilded painted ceilings — hoping my four kids wouldn’t kill me. It was the second time that morning we’d traveled the endless corridor until we reachedRead more…
I am a gadget person. When something new comes out and everybody is talking about it, I have to have it. Just ask my kids about my AppleWatch. Around this time last year, the InstaPot seemed to be everywhere. My friend, Dan, was always talking about what he’d cooked up in his pressure cooker (he’sRead more…
Things I Suddenly Care About: High school sports. Chrissy Teigen. Stretching. Habits (both the good and bad variety). Yo-Yo Ma’s Bach’s cello suites. Acceptance. Mascara. Poetry. My upper arms. The meaning of life. Got anything to add? Feel free in the comments below. If you want to stay in the loop, sign up over thereRead more…
This was a fast week for me as I spent Tuesday and Wednesday driving the four hours to/from my daughter’s big state university. She’s a graduating hospitality major and one of her classes this semester is to work with a team to plan/budget/execute a themed dinner at the school’s restaurant, which they refer to asRead more…
This week’s assortment of things I love run the gamut from happy, to sad, to life-changing. This also seems to be the rhythm of my life, where every day I’m not sure into which emotional basket to dump my state of mind. Some mornings I wake up and pour all the rainbows and unicorns inRead more…
Even as I squeezed the paste onto my toothbrush, I could tell something was weird. It came out much quicker and thinner than usual, curling onto the bristles in a pleasing twirl — like frosting being piped onto the top of a cake. I’d rushed into the bathroom to both brush my teeth and throwRead more…
Can I read 30 books this year? One of my goals for this quickly passing new year is to read (or listen to) 30 books. Ambitious? Perhaps. But if you saw the stacks of books filling the nightstand next to my bed, you might be inclined to agree that I need to pick up myRead more…
My 16yo son came into my room after 11:00 Sunday night to wake me up and ask whether I heard about the potential shooter threat at his high school the next day. I’d gone to sleep about an hour earlier, in my new effort to get more sleep (and pretty much overhaul my entire lifeRead more…
I came downstairs a few weeks ago wearing maroon leggings, a black sweater and new trucker hat with our high school’s pirate logo, and my daughter looked me up and down and said, “Who ARE you?” She was having trouble finding her mother — the one who favors all-gray ensembles and rarely wears hats —Read more…