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" hiding game in another part of the house. Toddler giggles and panicked journalists filled my ears, but one was louder than the . . .
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 button on the wall or the floor. He couldn't resist setting them off continuously, and the more sudden and louder the . . .
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 modern calligraphy videos that make calligraphy look so easy. I have a problem, and it lies within the baskets and drawer-fulls . . .
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 from harm (which, for the past two years, would likely be my son.) Today, though, my body responded to the fall in an . . .
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 advance was the norm (wedding planning began two years prior, Christmas card lists always made one year ahead based on cards . . .
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 still taken seriously. Cornell West has enough of the same style suit for every day of the week, plus standard button-downs and . . .
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 her and finally crashing after being tough for several months, if not a couple years. When I became a mom is when I needed my . . .