I know that as moms, we are not supposed to have a favorite. But let’s be honest—we also know that we do.
I always have enjoyed a little flirting. And April is the biggest flirt of all.
I received a Fitbit for a Christmas present (I’m still trying to figure out the message behind that one), and it’s trying to kill me.
I remember my first time. I was alone in my bedroom, and I was nervous and scared. After all, it had always been made explicitly clear to me—in the vaguest of terms—that something terrible would happen to me if I ever did anything like what I was about to do.
Usually, at the beginning of each month, I decide on a new word that is going to be my “Word of the Month.” This month, my new word is joinaphobia.
I guess I’m just a sucker for kits: painting kits, make-your-own-candle kits, scrapbook kits, compost kits, you name it—if it has the word “kit” in it, it just sounds like fun. I guess that could explain why one Christmas several years ago I bought into the idea of a make-your-own-gingerbread-house kit.
Out of all the things in the kitchen that are scary and unnerving to be around, there is one above all else that is the most unsettling: the pressure cooker, which during most of the year, is me.
This month my husband and I will be celebrating our 29th wedding anniversary. And, while that is not exactly a milestone, I have learned a few valuable lessons along the way that have helped us reach this happy occasion.
September kicks off one of the most time-honored mother/daughter bonding traditions for my mom and me. It’s one that we eagerly look forward to with great anticipation, one we have trained for all year long.
For the last 16 years I have been living in a near state of constant fear. A chilling sense of unease has pervaded all of our lives. Initially, I thought that it was some kind of presence that was in the house itself, but it followed us to the next three houses we moved into.
It’s going to be a hot, dry summer so you might as well just go ahead and cancel it. I just heard that there was a worldwide Prosecco shortage.