Lifestyle

Not me. Definitely not me. I hate millionaires. I spit on their leather Jimmy Choo shoes and barf in their Louis Vuitton handbags, because my shoes and bags are better.…

“How do these things relate?” you might be asking yourself. Well, they don’t. Unless you stretch reeeeaally far to make them SEEM relatable…which of course I’ve been known to do.…

Three cheers for Spring Break!And three curses that it’s over. (Wait!—slap your hand over your mouth. I do not advocate cursing on this or any other blog. Even though I…

Later this week we are heading out of town. Now, just in case there is any crazy person reading this post—this information DOES NOT give you permission to show up…

I could've died this weekend.But I'm not sure anyone has ever croaked because of looking in a mirror. I totally think it's possible, though. And let me tell you why.So…

Okay, this post might be a little flighty (i.e. random—which is the word I use when I can’t think of much to write about) because I am just plain tired.…

First of all, I have to say that I was completely bummed to hear that everyone’s favorite Monkee had passed. I came to the Davy Jones party late via MTV…

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…