I’m so done with obsessing about my weight. I’m tired of thinking about how I look all the damn time. I’m exhausted from being embarrassed about how my body has changed. I’m fifty-fucking-one, not 31. I have to stop this. I know I’m not alone. I had...
My sisters and I took our mom to see Barry Manilow for her birthday last week. It was my mom’s fifth time seeing him, but my first. This is kind of surprising because I have been a huge fan my whole life. In fact, Barry is the first musician I can...
I recently received a text from one of my favorite humans that read, “Potluck Sunday?” I responded with an exuberant, “Yes!” My friend regularly has wonderful gatherings at her home and is kind enough to include our crazy family. She and her 16-year...
I have a lot of random rules I live by. I acknowledge some of these are wacky AF. Nevertheless, it is how I operate. Near the top of my “Life Rules” list is my policy to never partake in a movie or book where any sort of harm comes to...
News flash: I’m an anxious person. I battle my anxiety daily. This struggle oftentimes keeps me from doing things—things I would probably enjoy. However, there are certain opportunities that present themselves which make me put on my big girl...
I’m like my granny in many ways. I’m a little bit crazy. I’m definitely set in my ways. I’m an excellent cook. I have a questionable sense of humor. I love my family and I hoard groceries. My granny practically had a general store in her basement...
Last week marked our annual summer vacation—kind of. While I will never forget it, at times it seemed way more like work than fun. My daughter is a rising senior and we spent the week doing college tours in the Northeast. We ended up driving 2,327...
I am self-employed. This is sometimes a good thing. This is sometimes a bad thing. It is more often than not a hard thing. As hard as it can be at times, the one point of gratitude I come back to is the strong, smart and talented women I have had...
I’m an incredibly anxious person. I have been diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I’m medicated for it. However, teaching my 17-year-old daughter to drive is putting my meds to the test. She is not a bad driver. She is an inexperienced...
I miss a lot of things about my daughter being little—holding her tiny little hand, her saying words funny, that sweet high pitch giggle and picking out her clothes—just to name a few. However, the thing I miss the most is kids’ books. Oh, how I...