Eat Better (Yawn), Exercise Less (Yay)

When I was young, my strategy for fitting into my jeans was to exercise like a maniac most days. If I wasn’t drenched in sweat by the end of my workout and completely spent then I did not consider the effort a success. The were times in my life, when the kids were very smallRead more…

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The Third Wheel

On Saturday night I went to a super-fun party in my small New Jersey town and danced like there was no tomorrow. The luau-themed affair was a fundraiser for our school district’s parent-teacher organization and it was held under a big white tent on somebody’s beautiful front lawn where very cute waiters passed precious horsRead more…

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Friday Faves

Here’s the thing about my mom: when she likes something she really likes it and really wants you to like it, too. Whether it’s a book she just read, new way to steam clean clothes with ice cubes or the chickpea salad she made the night before, she’ll mention it in a conversation and send a follow-upRead more…

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Feel the Love

I have a thing about people who don’t ask me questions. Like, I have a hard time wanting to be friends with someone who only talks about himself. Someone who doesn’t seem genuinely interested in me and maybe what I have to say on various topics. I have known people who drone on and on about themselvesRead more…

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How many licks to the center of a Tootsie Pop?

My oldest just graduated from a giant state university located in the South so you know what that means, right? It’s time to make hotel reservations for his sister’s graduation for next year. Exactly. How’d you guess? She goes to the same school, which was convenient for her brother’s graduation this year because the kidsRead more…

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Volunteer Rehab

My little guy and I were talking about something the other night when he turned and asked, “Mom, why don’t you ever volunteer for anything for me?” “What do you mean, dude?” I asked, knowing full well what he meant. I could smell where this conversation was going. “You, like, never help out at myRead more…

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