“Pilly” I remember when I was younger my mother had this little thing, it looked like a handheld fan, that she would run across her sweaters to get the “pills” off of them. “You don’t want your sweaters to look pilly,” she would say. There are words that stick with you. “Pilly” is one of…
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…
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…
I was at the gym today. I know…so many riveting posts begin with “I was at the gym”, but I promise not to launch into how many squat thrusts I did because I’m not even sure what those are. I mention the gym only as an explanation for how I found myself noticing a woman…
It seems that Brazil nuts help with anxiety and citrus is good for stress, according to Dr. Oz. I’m not a Dr. Oz follower, but at the same time when I’ve seen a snippet of him on television, or read an article, I like him. I should say, I like what he has to say…
Parenting. It’s like a really long orientation period for a pretty important job. The parent is the seasoned employee, the one that knows how things work and has been around for a while. The child is the newbie, the one that just came on the scene and presumably knows nothing. Similar to a new job,…
A military helicopter was shot down in Afghanistan and our country lost valuable, precious, incredibly brave lives. The stock market continues to approach the drain and I’m not quite sure any of the suits walking around Washington know what they’re doing. As important as these issues are, and believe me they are important, my daughter…
Being a mother is tricky stuff. I have always said I float between serial killer and valedictorian with my children every single day. There isn’t a right answer or a book that tells you how to raise a healthy, well adjusted, productive human being. In fact, when I think about the actual task of helping…