My Annual PSA for Mother’s Day! In Summary? Reel It In.

How best to get ready for Mother's Day? In Silence.

The Packing Game

My husband has an unwritten rule that we have to wear everything we take on our trips. For me, that means lots of tough calls as I decide which of thirteen pairs of shoes will make the cut.

Excuse Me While I Sing When I Win

Last week, that project I was NEVER GOING TO DO finally came to fruition by landing on Audible, Amazon, and iBooks. Admittedly, I felt so much more proud of this checkmark than I did when the original, written book was published.

Zombie Closets (Bugging Out)

Am I ready for a Zombie Apocalypse? Sure, if sweet-smelling lotions will help. I'll let my husband handle the rest.

FLU-2: Zoonopa

It turns out that not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. It turns out that, sometimes, Vegas giveth and taketh away. It turns out that some souvenirs are the worst, even if free.

The Silent Soiling

It’s not that I’m unfamiliar with the term “soiling the nest.” I’ve already endured one round, after all, when my husband and I launched our first baby adult into the wild three years ago. It’s that my second child has reached full soiling season and it is about 983 times more amped than what we experienced with his sibling. I know. Give him a few years.

Grateful: Five Things

I remember sitting at my kitchen table after school, a bowl of Spaghetti O’s in front of me, enthralled as Oprah challenged her audience with a regular round-up of the good things that happened throughout the day. Challenge Accepted.

First Love! And the firsts that come with it.

Our home is currently a bit wounded in that the garage door is wide open indefinitely. The culprit? First love.

Birthday Paperwork: A MUST for baby adults.

We are about to sit with our newly minted adult child and fill out a whole bunch of essential paperwork. If you have baby adults, this is a MUST DO.

The Mom Cold

Look, it may not have been my shining moment, but I did get what I needed in the end. Needed? Maybe wanted. The thing about being the mom is that sometimes those lines blur until someone takes over the house manager's reigns and puts you in timeout on the couch. I am on that couch … Continue reading The Mom Cold →