Always Be My Baby

One morning last week, my 21-year-old son came into the kitchen and asked if I’d help him make a cup of coffee. Now, if any of you own one of those newfangled Keurig machines, like the one I have, you know that it’s fairly simple to operate. You open the doohickey and stick the plasticRead more…

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Emoji Love

So, I was texting with a gentleman about our upcoming second date (I know), when the following conversation occurred with my 17-year-old daughter: Me (looking down at iPhone): “Dude, do you think it’s too soon?” Teenager: “Mom, are you crazy? It totally is.” Me: “I know, you’re probably right. I just really want to.” Teenager:Read more…

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Who Would Play Your Mom In The Movie Version Of Your Life?

I am a world-class procrastinator. Really, don’t even try to compete with me. You won’t stand a chance. I’m awesome at rationalizing why I should fold the laundry and make my bed and wipe the kitchen counters before sitting down to write. And chronic indecisiveness often results in a stack of papers collecting in a giantRead more…

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The Day I Went South

The following is based on actual events.  This. Totally. Fucking. Happened.  Let me begin by issuing a disclaimer: I have never purported here to be particularly smart. And while I often seem to by trying to prove quite the opposite in the stories I share on my blog, hopefully I come off – at theRead more…

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That Time I Thought I’d Been Poisoned

It’s hard to say what it was exactly that landed me in the emergency room Wednesday morning, barely 12 hours after returning home from a five-day trip to Jamaica. All I know is that I went from lying on a soft, sandy Caribbean beach to sitting on a hospital bed in a curtained off areaRead more…

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Here’s the Story

Okay, now I get it. For the longest time, I’ve been trying to figure out where they were, the guys my age. At least the ones who weren’t married and were straight. As many of you may remember, I’ve spent a little time dabbling on Match.com. I say “dabble” because I’ve gone ahead and createdRead more…

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How to Get a Spray Tan

Because I am a woman of a certain age living in New Jersey, there might be certain assumptions you’ve made about me. Perhaps you think I tawk a certain way, embrace big hair and have had my breasts surgically augmented up to here (hand at throat). But while I’ll admit to being a fairly aggressiveRead more…

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