Roostler and I cannot seem to synchronize anything in our lives. It seems that starting a relationship post-divorce and past the age of 30 brings with it problems that younger, more naive couples do not experience. And things become even … Continue reading
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We always have a few boxes of macaroni and cheese in the cabinet. It’s one of those dishes that doesn’t take a lot of time, and I don’t have to worry about getting the kids to eat it. The clean-up … Continue reading
It’s no secret that I am over 35 and pregnant. It’s also no secret that because of my age and previous history I am considered high risk. A few weeks ago, I wrote about reaching 28 weeks, which was a huge milestone … Continue reading
My children think I am evil. They must. They both run from me when they are in trouble. They hide. Omelette, in the closet or behind a chair, and Early Bird, behind Roostler’s legs. In fact, they both seek out … Continue reading
I don’t know what to do with my child. Really. I don’t know whether I should threaten her or throttle her. Send her to her room or ship her off to boarding school. Or do like my parents did — … Continue reading
Remember all those adages we learned as kids? The ones we are now teaching our own kids? Like “practice makes perfect,” for example. I used to hate hearing this because, well, I hated practicing. Especially the piano. There were just … Continue reading
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I am very familiar with the “Daddy’s girl.” I have two of them. And it drives me crazy. Tuesday night was meet the teacher night at Omelette’s school. She came home all excited about the free pizza that would be served … Continue reading
I’m not really a big believer in karma. If what goes around truly comes around, then people who work hard would not have to struggle financially, and those who sit back and do nothing would not reap the benefits of … Continue reading
Every four years, countries across the globe unite in the spirit of competition. We all watch as our athletes vie for a medal. Our hearts swell with pride when we see our flag raised for all to see. We find … Continue reading
I like Chick fil A. Every time I go, I am greeted warmly. I am told it’s a pleasure to serve me. Even in the drive through. At other places, I am barely acknowledged as my food is thrust at … Continue reading
Me and my mom, circa 1980
