Don’t Cook in Your Bikini – a letter to my sons

Today, I was working on my cookbook. It’s a book I’ve been working on for my sons for the past 10 years. First, handwritten, and then entered into the computer and now organized and digitized, it’s almost finished. I’ve got a few more recipes to add, and a few pictures to throw into place, but…

One holiday at a time, please

It’s Halloween night; so naturally, I find I’m a little sick of Christmas commercials. Not even lying. This weekend, in the midst of a marathon horror movie session, I got just a bit tired of watching Best Buy’s Christmas commercials. Apparently, nothing says Christmas like going into debt to buy another meaningless gadget. Unless it’s…

How are we supposed to take Curvy Barbie?

This weekend, I watched a story on the new Barbies. Apparently, you can now get Barbie in sizes other than “bone thin and completely unrealistic.” According to Mattel, Barbie will now come in four different sizes, seven different skin colors, 20+ different eye and hair colors and, presumably, an inordinately large number of coordinating outfits and…

Not so “Gaga” over the Golden Globes

Yesterday, my topic of choice for my blog was my family’s unnatural obsession with hoodies. But then the Golden Globes happened. Or rather, Gaga happened. It’s no coincidence that Gaga sounds a lot like “caca” in my mind. Really. As I normally do when I wake up on a Monday morning and don’t want to…

If you say you’re going to do something, do it

If it’s true that “what you do on the first of the year is what you’re going to do for the rest of the year,” I think I may be in trouble. So far today, January 1, I’ve managed to clean, nap, cook and walk into another room four times, forgetting what I was there…

A mother’s curse

When I was 12 years old, my mother cursed me. And I don’t mean she yelled profanities at me, I mean, she put a curse on me through my future progeny. I remember the day clearly. I was home watching ZOOM! in the living room. Remember ZOOM on PBS? It was an after-school show where…

Why the Easter Bunny still visits our house

Even though my sons are 16 and 15, the Easter bunny still visits my house. Granted, the baskets aren’t as elaborate as they once were, but they are still full of chocolate bunnies, jellybeans and the occasional Peep. This year, there was none of the plastic grass that clings to every living thing in the house, and…

White Girl Chic… at 40+

The other day my son told me I looked like a “white girl.” I’m sure he meant that as a compliment. There I was in my oversized sweatshirt, leggings and Uggs, and my son was stunned. “Yeah, you look really fresh,” he said. “You look like a white girl.” The thing is, this is not…

All I want for Christmas is a horror movie death

Every year my sons and dear husband ask me what I want for Christmas. And every year, my answer is the same in my best June Cleaver voice… “Oh, honey, you don’t have to get me anything. I already have everything I want. I have you all.” Of course, in reality, we all know that…

I’m ready for Christmas

It’s been a rough week. My hip hurts. And even though the doctors say it’s arthritis, I’m way too young to hear that come out of any professional’s mouth. One of my cats died Sunday morning. But he was 417 years old, so it was time. My house is not the kind of clean I…

Dear women’s magazines, I give up

Okay, women’s magazines, you win.  I give up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to stop reading you, I’m just not going to succumb to your particular brand of torture anymore. I’ve read women’s magazines since I was a little girl. I drooled over recipes and wondered what it would be like, as a…

Back to drool shopping

It occurs to me that high school is the denouement of back-to-school shopping. Or maybe it is the eye of the storm between kindergarten and college. It’s hard to tell. Mostly, because it’s so boring. This year, back-to-school shopping for my high school students has been less than fun. When my boys and I went…