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…

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…

Tasting memories

Since Friday, I’ve been thinking about the premiere of Downton Abbey. As Masterpiece Theater classic television goes, it is the best of high period drama. It is also one of my guilty indulgences. When I watch it, I sometimes think of what it would be like to be Elizabeth McGovern’s character and live out my days…

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…

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…

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…

The last of the Franken Berry

My Erma BomBUST entry… Thank GOD I signed up in December… 😉 Any minute now, my children will realize I have eaten the last of the Franken Berry cereal. At least, I hope so. If I were to guess, their reaction would be “No fair! You got the last of the good cereal just because…