Last Friday, I was getting ready to leave my house for a midday meeting when a text popped up on my phone. “Your famous,” it read and was accompanied by a picture of the cover of Family Circle magazine and another of an article with the headline in big, red lettering “PHOTO FINISH.” I wasRead more…
Here’s the thing about me: when I like something, I generally tend to really like it. Whether you’re the person who colors my hair, a turkey and avocado sandwich or my boyfriend, chances are I’m going to try to keep you around. I mean, I’ve been going to the same hair lady for almost 20 yearsRead more…
Last night, my son – the oldest, who’s 22 – emerged from his camp down in the basement to ask me if I was making dinner. “I grabbed lunch out so am eating the leftovers for dinner,” I told him, which was met with plenty of foot stomping, cabinet banging and muttering. When the kidsRead more…
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…
As of about 48 hours ago I was still complaining about my life. I was feeling overwhelmed. I had a lot of work to do. I had too many kids. I had a bunch of driving back and forth from the middle of Pennsylvania to New Jersey awaiting me. I needed to get my daughter readyRead more…
This is the story about discovering things that have been under your nose all along. Recently, I took part in something called a blogger crawl, which was akin to a pub crawl in that a group — in this case of bloggers — visited different establishments but no alcohol was involved and we remained uprightRead more…
The more kids I send to college and the more tuition I pay towards that effort, the dumber I am starting to feel. I just don’t get it. Let me preface this all by saying that I’ve just returned from a whirlwind 48 hours at the ginormous state school my third child will begin attendingRead more…
In a strange turn of events, after loving practically everything I came into contact with last week and writing about proposing to any number of inanimate objects, this week I hate fucking everything. I actually joked about this phenomenon with another mom last night as we stood on a grassy hill, teary-eyed, watching our middle school’s graduation ceremony.Read more…
Here’s the thing about my mom: when she likes something she really likes it and really wants you to like it, too. Whether it’s a book she just read, new way to steam clean clothes with ice cubes or the chickpea salad she made the night before, she’ll mention it in a conversation and send a follow-upRead more…
I have a thing about people who don’t ask me questions. Like, I have a hard time wanting to be friends with someone who only talks about himself. Someone who doesn’t seem genuinely interested in me and maybe what I have to say on various topics. I have known people who drone on and on about themselvesRead more…