Being a mom is quite possibly the toughest and craziest job you’ll ever have. You’ll learn multiple new languages, your little boss will often spew his breakfast all over you, you’ll become a quick-changing magic act, ward off monsters in closets, kiss invisible boo-boos, become a magnet for all things drool and booger related, and be… Continue reading Welcome to the momhood
Boy and Girl Child have an exclusive membership to a world-renowned club. This club has great perks: travel to far-off lands, make friends the world over, and even live in exotic places like Kansas. There are a few downsides to this particular society as well. You have to join a different region every couple of… Continue reading The secret society of brats
We made a crucial mistake. One that we should have seriously known better than to do. We got too comfortable. It’s easy to do when you find a rhythm that works for you. Get up, go to work, come home, spend time with the kids, rinse and repeat. Maybe you take a trip somewhere. Maybe… Continue reading Don’t get too comfortable
Apparently, I do. This afternoon, Husband was showing me some photos that he took while shooting hoops with Girl Child and Boy Child (before Boy Child socked him in the stomach with the ball). As he was flipping through the pictures, he paused and said, “Awww…Harry Potter!” It was then I realized I had totally… Continue reading Who forgets Harry Potter?
I left home in 1996. I was fresh out of high school and the world beckoned. I moved about three hours from my hometown — far enough away to spread my wings (and make stupid decisions without stern parental repercussions), but close enough to get home if I missed it or if there were family… Continue reading Going Home
Visiting London has been at the top of my list for many years. I’m not even sure what the main appeal is, other than the fact that it’s always seemed to be so trendy and a bit on the quirky side. I may not be trendy (have you seen my wardrobe?), but I’ll admit to… Continue reading London, England
It’s that time of year again. We wipe the slate clean and make hopeful promises — to lose the weight, to eat better, to be more present, to become better versions of ourselves, and to eventually see those promises unravel and come crashing back to reality. I don’t usually make resolutions. I know that I… Continue reading A new year.