As I was getting ready to finalize my divorce, I opted to take advantage of the one-time opportunity to legally change my name the day the deed was done at no cost. After spending a grillion dollars to get out of the marriage, it seemed like an offer that at least needed to beRead more…
I am not a festive person. I do not come from festive people. As such, I do not own colorful sweaters, necklaces that light up like Christmas tree lights or candy cane earrings. It used to bum my children out that I didn’t want to create a cemetery in our front yard for Halloween orRead more…
In the almost four years since my ex-husband moved out, there have been a few times that I really wished the guy was still around. Like when it snows. Say what you will, but that man could shovel like a motherfucker. He’d be outside for hours, first clearing the driveway and front walk as theRead more…
I’ve tired of Season 3, am a few episodes behind, yet could watch fuzzy Carson and the Dowager Countess for days. share this:
In my line of work, I have had to learn to develop a thick skin to withstand some of the verbal arrows that have been slung my way over the years. And let me be more specific: when I use the term “line of work,” I am not referring to my role as journalist orRead more…
As the girliest of girls, I am an advocate of activities like shopping, spa days and seeing big Broadway musicals. And as the mother of two, now-teenage, daughters, I have enjoyed looping them into my girly fun. Over the years, we have done the requisite mall excursions, mani/pedi outings and weekend getaways to Vermont withRead more…
My kids hate my job. Check that: my kids are dubious that being the editor of an online news source even qualifies as a real job when it’s happening from a desk in my bedroom. To them, it makes no difference whether I’m writing about an arrest or if I’m posting “LOL!” on Facebook. AsRead more…
For most of their lives, my children had the luxury of having me as their Wing-mama. If they forgot their gym clothes, homework, instrument or after school snack, I generally would be available to run the errant item over to the school. If they were feeling slightly under the weather during the school day,Read more…
Since my ex moved out a couple of years ago, I’ve had a constantly rotating schedule of bed partners. Some of them steal all of the covers and kick me with their long legs, while others are so short that their presence barely registers in my king-size bed. What’s that, you ask? Am I someRead more…
I became a parent in the prehistoric age when it seemed that only people who received a paycheck for their jobs had that nifty little item called a cell phone (in other words, not stay-at-home-moms like me at the time). I did have the very high-tech call waiting feature on my home phone and eventually,Read more…