Being married is often like exercise. It can be invigorating, life affirming and so worth it, but sometimes it’s just a sweaty, I have to shower again, and my body feels like it’s dying, pain in the ass. Michael’s a great guy and I’m glad I’m married to him, but there are times I…
If this were a serious blog, if I really meant business, I’d write an enlightening perspective on the healthcare reform. If I were chic or fashionable, I’d discuss something pithy like a new interior design trend or the latest in summer footwear. Crafty Moms, Super Moms, Working Moms, they write posts about clever shortcuts or…
Van Gogh never sold one painting while he was alive. Unless you count the one his brother bought, which really doesn’t count. A lifetime, short as it was, without selling one painting. Forget the monetary gain or the fact that he lived off people his whole life. What fascinates me is there’s no pat on…
Michael has this theory, brace yourself. He believes that people should be out living their lives and not watching others. He’s all about getting the most out of everything and I have to chain him to the chair to get him to watch a movie or a video clip or…you get the idea. He likes…
Andrew sends me a text today that he saw a piece on The Today Show talking about how cursive handwriting is moving out of schools. He asked me what I thought. It’s safe to say I sort of lost my mind all over him. He’s used to it. I was texting with a fervor that…
I’m in the middle of writing. I’m always writing, but there are a few months out of the year I spend torturing myself with rewrites and editing. Not my favorite part. But the writing I absolutely love, love, love. This will sound insane I’m sure, but I create these characters, hopefully they’re rich and interesting…
This is my 100th Post. That’s kind of a big deal, right? Anytime something is a big deal, or I tell myself, “This is a big deal!” the same thing happens. Nothing. Especially when it comes to writing. Whether I’m writing a chapter for a book or a blog post. If it’s a big deal,…
I’m an only child. There are benefits and drawbacks to being born “the only”. All the typical stereotypes apply. I have my mother’s undivided attention, the proverbial world revolved around me and yes, I did grow up a touch self absorbed. On the flip side, all the pressure’s on me. There are no other siblings…
