This is what happens when one of your worst fears is realized, which – come to think of it – seems to happen to me a lot. I got down to the beach late Sunday morning to spend the final day of the long holiday weekend with my toes dug in the sand and talkingRead more…
I don’t really love the 4th of July. I feel like it’s the summer version of New Years Eve. There’s like some weird pressure to have come up with fabulous plans to celebrate our nation’s independence, when all I really want to do is power wash my pool deck and read a book. There’s alsoRead more…
The kids had dinner at their dad’s last night and I have to say, that’s one of the few upsides of divorce. I love that at least one night a week I don’t have to come up with an answer to “What’s for dinner?” It’s also the one night a week I don’t have toRead more…
On Saturday night I went to a super-fun party in my small New Jersey town and danced like there was no tomorrow. The luau-themed affair was a fundraiser for our school district’s parent-teacher organization and it was held under a big white tent on somebody’s beautiful front lawn where very cute waiters passed precious horsRead more…
I can’t say I was really happy yesterday morning when I got in my cold car around 7:30 to drive an hour and 45 minutes north to go skiing. In fact, when I saw my girlfriend later that morning on line to take the gondola up to the top of the mountain, I told herRead more…
I’ve spent most of my life being capable. Adaptable. Resilient. I’ve never really been one of those damsel-in-distress-types. But sometimes, I’d really like to slip into that role. I’d really like some Dudley Do-Right to come galloping to my rescue and, like, fix my running toilet or figure out how to move my router. ButRead more…
Here’s another exciting fun fact I learned about myself the other day, something I think we can add to the list of interesting tidbits we already know about me, which include my oft-noted thin ankles (dudes, it’s the only naturally small part of my body) and that I am a skilled armpit farter (truly, anotherRead more…
In the mental photo album I keep tucked deep within the cracks and crevices of my ever-failing memory, lay the snapshots of certain key moments of my life. They’re the ones I pull out to study in the middle of the night or while driving alone in my car. The ones that I can’t forget. Unlike theRead more…
This is an updated version of something I wrote last year cursing this annual insanity. It started the day after Thanksgiving last year, the annual marketing campaign going on in homes across the country that gives new meaning to the term Black Friday. Inside my mailbox on that day, along with 20 pounds of PotteryRead more…
For a long time, I resisted change. It made me nervous. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I totally wanted things to change. Or better yet, I knew that they really had to. I just didn’t know quite how to go about it. Check that. That’s a lie. I knew exactly what needed to beRead more…