I Was a Raccoon Mom, and Other Excuses
Smokey the guinea pig loves Men at Work. When she’s a little fussy, my neighbors play that 80’s band’s hit song, “Down Under,” for her, and their new pet instantly calms down. You remember the song:
O Positive is the New Pink
Please put your blood type in your Facebook status and ask your friends to do so, too, to raise awareness for lymphoma and leukemia.
A Birthday Worth a Bundle
The summer I was 40, I longed to be 43. Not 39. Not 18. Not pre-baby, yet post drinking age.
Little Victories for Big Girls
Why can’t I remember what must have been a dozen 11-year-old girls screaming and hugging each other, tears streaming down our faces, and the subsequent victory trip to the ice cream shop?
What Early Looks Like
As the fire trucks pulled up in front of my house around three yesterday afternoon, I thought what every busy mother would think: Please don’t block my driveway.
Delivered from Evil: Back to School, Back to Work
Now before you think I’m going to whine about having everyone home for the holidays, that’s not what this blog is about. It’s about how a little routine, not to mention some alone time, is good for the soul. Especially the mom’s soul.
