(Full disclosure: I’ve had seven hot toddies (bourbon! lemon juice, tea, and honey), so, in addition to the effects of the steroids and the antibiotics and the respiratory meds… I may be writing under the effect of the….tea.) I didn’t know I was sick. I mean, I knew I felt terrible, but I’ve felt terrible …
Eleven days ago, my cousin, Alex, fell and hit his head, and he’s been in an intensive care unit since, while the neurology team works to reduce the swelling in his brain. His wife is by his side, his sons and his mom, his dad, sister, brother and their families, and legions of friends and …
Humongous drops of rain were pounding on the windshield in the way that only southern rainstorms do, and I held my phone to my ear wondering if this job and this trip were going to end my marriage. I had left town without fixing the storm door, the one thing Sarah needed me to do …
I had both kids at home with me today, which meant that I got emails sent and returned phone calls and texts in the thirty minutes between their feedings, and in the smack dab middle of their epic wars. The one with the more sympathetic whine got my attention after I figured out what happened …
This time of year we get to see all the beautiful pics of our friends and families’ perfect families on perfect cards and perfect social media posts, and it makes us all feel perfectly insufficient. It just does. We’re so glad for them, but also worried for us. Are we getting it all wrong? Did …
FORGIVE ME FOR NOT BLOGGING MUCH ANYMORE. I’M WRITING A BOOK, AND IT’S REALLY HARD. WHY DOES NO ONE SAY HOW HARD IT IS? OH, THAT’S, LITERALLY, ALL ANYONE EVER SAYS ABOUT WRITING A BOOK? K. WELL, ANYWAY….I’M WRITING A BOOK. IT’S HARD. AND I’M TRYING NOT TO THINK ABOUT WHETHER ANYONE WILL WANT TO …
So, a few months ago, Robb and I more-or-less switched places. For the past few years, I’ve been working while he started our business. Now, he’s working to support our bread habit, and I’m working part-time and running the business, being with the kids more, and *writing (see also: not writing). I’m not actually …
I’ve recently been learning some things about myself. It sucks. Personal growth is cool and all, but why does it require so much work and discomfort? Part of my reason for wanting to work less hours was to be with my kids more, especially as we’ve been dealing with some rage-y behavior issues from one …
(“I CHOOSE MY CHOICE! I CHOOSE MY CHOICE!” screams Charlotte into the phone to Miranda in Season 4 of HBO’s most ancient show ‘Sex and the City.’ She’s declaring that she’s come to terms with staying home to redecorate her Park Avenue apartment and try to have a baby while her cardiologist husband (the most cardboard …
Midwestern women apologize, on average, 900 times per minute, dontcha know. We don’t actually mean, “I’m sorry” like we feel regret, we just say it instead of “excuse me,” “thank you,” “hello” or “sandwich.” It’s as natural as breathing for us. Ope, sorry about that. It’s as natural as breathing in the summer months. In …