Tonight I was treated to another bedtime confession – this time, by my oldest. He’s had his driver’s license for a month now and, because he’s not a social creature, I’m having to push him to use this new privilege, if only so he gets more experience. I knew this[Read more]
My first experience using tools in my home, for anything more than hanging a picture, was when I changed the locks on my front door. My ex walked out on a Wednesday and by Sunday he’d sent me the name of his lawyer and what he’d learned about mediation and[Read more]
I have a love-hate relationship with inspiration porn. Sometimes the words are so spot-on it’s comforting. Other times, it just pisses me off. You’ll never convince me there’s a good reason for what I’m going through. It is what it is and will become what I make of it. But[Read more]
I’m binge-watching Derek on Netflix. I could write an entire post on what a lovely, welcome surprise this series is, compared to what I assumed it would be, based on an out-of-context clip. But I have to resist chasing that squirrel and focus on the reason I hit pause and[Read more]
Oh, the irony! Or maybe it’s hypocrisy? Either way, as I was tucking my teenage boys into bed . . . First, yes, they still let me do that. Correction, they still expect me to do that and don’t you dare tell them they’re “too old.” I believe when your[Read more]
Spoiler alert: there is no Wizard of Oz. It’s just a man, behind a curtain, pulling levers and pushing buttons, and hoping no one looks too closely. Whenever anyone tells me “it gets better,” I think of The Wizard of Oz. Flying monkeys, fighting trees, opium-laced poppies – a girl[Read more]