We Need To Discuss Your Summer Plans

“Summer plans,” or – as I like to call them – “just another group of months with the same old shit only hotter” are steadfastly approaching, and I feel like we need to discuss them. We were at the doctor the other day, my 15 year old was having her yearly physical. The doctor asked…

We Are Putting Too Much Responsibility On Our Kids

I have three kids. Most of you know this, if you are new to my blog …well now you know. Two are girls, aged 15 and 11. And my one boy is 2. My 15 year old has been gearing up to get her drivers permit this fall, and thinking she would go for the…

Wine Is No Longer A Part of My Narrative

I remember the general time period when I started to question whether or not my husband and I were drinking too much, too often. It wasn’t one incident in particular, rather a group of them. It was Easter Sunday several years ago when I walked into a back room at my in law’s home to…

Just Call a Cab (Mom)

Imagine one day you wake up to discover you are an Uber driver. It’s not what you want to do, and definitely not your career path. It takes away from your other responsibilities. And you don’t get paid. But you have to do it anyway. There’s no way around it. You put 200 miles on…

Mark Your Calendars

My next book is coming out, in exactly one week. One. Week. That’s seven days. And since I’m posting this so late in the evening, many of you won’t read it until tomorrow, making that LESS than a week. Exciting stuff, I know. So at the mark of the one week countdown, I am thrilled…

Caption This: Giveaway Game Day 2

Hey guys! If you didn’t get the MEMO, I’m hosting a giveaway of a swag bag, which will contain my new book – coming out April 15th. There are several ways to earn entries to win one of the two randomly selected raffles – outlined HERE – but the easiest is to caption three days…

I’m Offended. Here’s Why You Should Care.

My birthday is coming up and the craziest thing has been happening: I’ve been telling people I’m turning a year older than I am actually turning. Either it’s the old age, or the fact that my husband just turned that age (he’s a year older than me). But I’ve been doing it. The fact is:…