The Writing Life
So…I’m a wife to one man. A mom to four kids. A chauffeur to what feels like seventy-five daily destinations. And a woman who writes.Now, I never really talk about…
So…I’m a wife to one man. A mom to four kids. A chauffeur to what feels like seventy-five daily destinations. And a woman who writes.Now, I never really talk about…
Over the past two weeks, I’ve watched the first two seasons of Downton Abbey. I’ve paused and rewound and played in slow motion (namely because I had to, A. use…
I did only two things this weekend: First, I drove nine hours north, stayed in one place for not very long, then pointed the car south and traveled home. To…
Yesterday, I dug out a paper from the bottom of my son’s backpack. A big paper. A pretty paper. One decorated with snowflakes and stickers. One intricately made and labored…
Whitney Houston. Has there ever been a more beautiful voice? That woman could sing…could absolutely move me to tears with her amazingly powerful voice. I, in turn, often moved my…
This winter blows. Like, literally.So far it’s blown 85-mph winds. A bunch of annoying mist. Even dust, as though we live in a ghost town complete with tumbleweeds, and Mike…
I ate enough food this weekend for ten people, seriously. It was embarrassing. It’s was awful. It was gluttony to the point of being grossly inappropriate. But still…what’s a Super…
Sixteen years ago tomorrow, I gave birth to my first child. By the time he decided to make his ridiculously late appearance, I was nearly seventy-two months pregnant and weighed…