I went to Ray’s Pizza last night for dinner. I’m pretty sure everyone has a Ray’s Pizza by now, but I really like mine. It has red vinyl booths, odd “where did you even buy this” artwork, some sporting event is always on the television, and the menu is lit from behind on a 1985…
I used to play hopscotch and now I don’t even remember the rules. How do you win again? Winning is of course the goal, right? How could I have forgotten the how, damn it? I’ve been told I’m too hard on myself. I’ve also been told I have ridiculous expectations, I paralyze myself, and that…
There are basics in everything, even parenting. I read this article today about wardrobe basics. I’m forever trying to stock my closet so I look like…well, someone super cool. It never works, and I default to the navy blue T-shirt and jeans just about every day, but it’s still a new year so I’ll delude…
I may have missed my chance to be rich and famous. Maggie came home tonight and informed me that if I just wrote books like the one she started reading today, I would be famous and rich and people would love me. Wow, I was a little taken aback by her enthusiasm, but Maggie doesn’t…
Going out for dinner and drinks on Halloween feels a little like what I would imagine Vegas at Christmas would feel like. It was odd, super odd. It was as if we were invited to a land we didn’t really know existed. Not quite Alice in Wonderland, but it was close. This was our first…
Parenting sucks. There it is, my first thought when the alarm went off at 5:10 this morning. If you have never read my blog before and you are thinking of clicking that FOLLOW button based on the above statement because you can’t stand your kids and you feel like this blog will be a place…
When our daughter left for college last year, I ran around buying and organizing everything I could possibly control. We moved her to her dorm, returned home, I finished cleaning out her room and I cried. I knew immediately that I would miss the day to day. Michael kept walking by her room and checking…
Lower it up. When my children were younger if they wanted the music or a movie turned up they would say, “Lower it up, please.” It started with our oldest daughter and the phrase was handed down to the other two. My youngest still slips up and says it now and then. I love the…
Why am I writing another blog post when I should be writing a book? Why when I swipe my credit card at the gas station does it stop before my tank is full, even though I entered my zip code like a good lemming? Why do people have children and then ignore them? Why, even…