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
Four years ago, I wrote a blog post about starting to paint again. It was really crazy, actually. I hadn’t painted or drawn or done anything artsy or craftsy in years. I mean I wasn’t even a Pinterest mom at that point. Blasphemy, I know. I literally wanted nothing to
Those of you that have been around here for a while know that I have a history of living in ghettos. It’s – of course – of no fault of my own. We’re renters, so there is always the gamble that comes with renting. The area could change over time.
People always look at me like I’m a complete moron when I tell them that I like the cold. As in cold outside, you know: snow, sleet, wind chill. I get jealous when I see that there are blizzards going on somewhere in the world. I live in California. Particularly,
I take it pretty offensively when people refer to me as “from California.” First and foremost, I don’t really like California. It’s nothing personal against anyone that does – I just don’t gel with it. Secondly, though, I’m just not from there. I’m from Chicago. Get over it. Just because