I have a strong suspicion that I cannot possibly be the only mother of a small child (or children) who is regularly on the verge off plunging of the precipice of sanity. Is it just me? Can't be. Now, I know that mothers who get paychecks and go off t...
I have zero desire to cook. ZERO. Something in the longer days has tripped a trigger switching from cooking to messing around outside as the only thing I'm interested in. Unfortunately, I'm a much better cook than I am a gardener as my yard is given ...
There's a really neat group of people making a documentary regarding the culture of silence surrounding pregnancy loss, miscarriage, stillbirth, and that sort of thing. They have a quite active facebook page, and they posted a very interesting query ...
It's bewildering how random the world can sometimes seem. I never saw that movie about the butterfly and the wings and all that, but I know and appreciate the sentiment. One insignificant action changes the course of your life in such a major way. Yo...
This is not a real post-- merely a tidbit of info I feel compelled to share. You know those days when you kinda need to wash your hair, but it's kind of borderline? One should not over-wash one's hair. 1.) It's bad for your hair. 2.) Then you'll just
I saw a thought provoking photo on the cover of a local weekly publication the other day. It's a really cool image of an ever-so-slightly androgynous sort of individual dressed in a grand fantastical gown seemingly made of candies and confections. Th...
Every time a starlet announces her pregnancy, I think, "Ah! Now's my chance!" While the miracle of procreation distorts and expands the body of a once lithe famous person, I start planning my big move towards my most prime physical self yet. After al...
I found myself thinking just now about how perfectly comfortable my Croc flip-flops are and how, by some accounting, they may be my favorite shoes. Then I felt sad. Then I laughed (read, "almost cried"). The many stages of becoming self-aware as a gi...
I love my daughter's bedroom. I'm sitting in it now as I write this while I listen to her sing in the bathtub. It's pure contentment, I tell you. Looking around her room, I see marionettes her grammy and grandpa brought her back from India. There's a
Simple truths can be so elusive-- like trying to catch a scoop of clouds with a colander. Everywhere pithy sayings are bandied our way. Clever quotes, trite cliches, the overused adage get lobbed carelessly through the course of a typical conversatio...