I stood in the kitchen, frying potatoes as NBC switched to live coverage of the California Shooting standoff. The boys (kiddo, husband) were playing their "Big Bad Wolf" . . .
We went on a family trip to the Halloween Spirit store this past weekend, and my toddler immediately took a liking to the scary pop-up monsters that operate with a press of a . . .
I can't stop buying craft and DIY supplies, and damn you, Pinterest. And Instagram. And This Old House magazine (and t.v. show), all the Pottery Barn hacks blogs, and the . . .
I busted my ass outside Panera Bread today. It was the weirdest thing, because subconsciously, I landed in a way that would prevent anything in my arms or hands . . .
I used to overthink everything, from very serious matters (understandable) to not-so-serious, what color shall I paint my toenails tonight-types of decisions. Planning well in . . .
Steve Jobs always wore the same outfit (I wonder how many black turtlenecks he actually owned?) Mark Zuckerberg slobs around in neutral-colored t-shirts every day, and is . . .
You’ll never stop needing her, and if you are one, you’ll always be depended on. I learned this a couple of weeks ago, when I called my mom sobbing, overwhelmed and missing . . .