i’m lovin’ it

I’d like to leave you this week with some bobs and bits of ridiculous stuff I found while trolling Facebook that might help you, too, waste valuable time today. First, if you spent a good portion of 2012 trying to figure out what all the fuss was over Breaking Bad and then about two straightRead more…

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fuck fear

My girlfriend emailed me this video yesterday and had written “Fuck Fear” in the subject line and I was inspired not just by the whole “Lean In” thing but by the sentiment of those two words combined. I’m tired of being afraid. Of not feeling good enough. And I have to keep reminding myself, “IfRead more…

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winter is coming (and it’s only memorial day)

I was lying on a bed in a hotel room in the-middle-of-nowhere Virginia last week, waiting for my daughter to finish her final exam for the semester, when I posted the following on my Facebook wall: “Winter is coming.” And I know that Memorial Day is here, and maybe I’ve been watching way too muchRead more…

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Five Reasons Mother’s Day Was Pretty Okay

I used to joke that Mother’s Day was not for mothers. If it were, I reasoned, moms would be able to slip away, guilt-free, and spend the day free from butt wiping and nugget baking or whatever was the urgent-need-du-jour. But that never seemed to be the case. There were brunches to attend and pastaRead more…

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mommy math

I have a confession to make: although I purport to be this harried mother-of-four – making a sandwich with one hand while blogging with the other — the truth is that over the last nine months two of those kiddos have been far away at school. The brother and sister are back-to-back grade-wise so heRead more…

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growing up and liking it

Recently, conversations about STDs and the regular use of deodorant reminded me of the two worlds of parenting I straddle with my four children. My two sons bookend their sisters as the oldest and youngest of the brood and with 10 years between them, the only thing the boys have ever been on the sameRead more…

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