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Manifesting a New Home
Growing up, I lived in a bedroom my mother said she decorated ‘especially for me’. The truth is that she decorated it…
What does HOME mean to you? #giveaway
Home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling. It’s a green toothbrush on the bathroom sink. It’s his bowl left on the kitchen table. It’s the sound of the garage door going up at the end of the day. It’s warm zucchini bread cooling on the countertop, the cat lying in that spot on the landing, the laundry twirling in sloppy circles….
My Mother Was Hot Stuff
My mom was hot stuff when I was little. She was pretty and had straight teeth. She wore pink hoop earrings and…
Gratitude: It Is Decided
I am beyond grateful today. When I asked people to help me to design a new header for this blog, I didn’t…
On Marriage & Changing My Name: An Unusual Anniversary Post
Happy 17th anniversary to Hubby. …
When Your Freezer Breaks
So our refrigerator broke down. More specifically, our freezer stopped freezing. The ice cream could not be saved. Neither could the meat. Not much else to do but write about it. And tweet….
To Get Up or to Zzzzzzzz
Monkey started 7th grade this year. I hear him moving around starting at 6:20 AM, and I stick my pillow over my head. Unlike my parents who stayed in bed, confident in my organizational abilities — or never really ever considered whether I had everything I needed or not — I feel totally guilty for staying in bed. …
The Hybrid Accent
I’ve spent most of my life above the Mason-Dixon line, but you would be amazed how five short years in N’awlins got all up in this East Coast girl’s upbringing and influenced my dialect!…
The Power of a Swift Kick #twits
I took my daughter to school one morning last spring. Like most middle school girls, she’s convinced my mission in life is to embarrass her, and I take my work seriously. It’s not enough that I walked through the school doors pronouncing that Miley Cyrus looks like a two-bit hooker on Discount Day in one of her videos. No. I even talked to my daughter’s classmates. . . ….
Gazpacho for Muchacho
A few days ago our family was eating dinner. It was a warm, breezy summer night and we were having our supper outside at our heavy black wrought-iron table, under our umbrella in the backyard. It was a light meal: a little bread, some cheese and fresh fruit. And gazpacho….