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…

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…

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…

8 life hacks every teen MUST know

Everyone knows that there are secret life hacks that can make their lives easier. As parents, we know all the little tips and tricks learned over years of housework. There are just some things that make life all the much more livable. But, spend few minutes living with any teen and you’ll realize, if it…

Eight ways you know the holiday honeymoon is over

I’m pretty sure I am all Christmas’d out. Seriously. As I sit here on my couch on a rainy 60 degree Sunday, some of my friends are celebrating their fourth and fifth family holiday today. Heck, some of them have had more than eight holiday celebrations in the course of the last month. Don’t get…

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…

Mommy Snearest

There are days when I find myself trying to measure up to the idea of the perfect mom. You know the ones… they’re online – on Twitter and on Facebook – always talking about their perfect lives and their perfect families and their perfect days at home, working around the house. They’re the ones that…

Riding in cars with mom

The other day I came home to see my 15-year-old, Mason, in the passenger seat of a car driven by his newly drivers’ licensed friend. They just were pulling out of our driveway as I drove up. While my heart sank, Mason looked at me from the window and waved. I really could only think…

Our lifelong science experiment

I don’t know how our home turned into an ongoing science experiment. And not in that “Oh, look Mom, the leftovers from three weeks ago are moving” kind of way, but more in that “Gee, I wonder what happens if you put fire crackers in a four-month old pumpkin” kind of way. It seems like there’s…

Taking care of business from a million miles away

A week ago, I was sitting down to dinner in the midst of more than 300 of the most amazing and funny women I had ever met. But my head wasn’t really with them. It was at home. For four days in April, every other year, more than 350 women and a few men gather…