Show me the moms in this country and I will show you amazing women from every walk of life, every background, nationality, and income. This is my story, one crazy, up, down, and all over the place story about my own journey doing what millions of moms do every day-somehow juggle it all. Not have it all. Just make it all work and make it to bed by 10. Follow my journey, laugh with me or at me, or tell me your story. It’s all good.
Read the full story »Rants, raves, belly laughs and a few tears. It’s all here. This is where it all started.
Out of the mouths of babes, usually right in front of grandma. What the kids have said that’s left me speechless. Tell me I’m not alone.
All moms work. These are my moments about reporting to someone else besides the kids, my husband and the dogs. About 8 am meetings, needing coffee like oxygen, and trying to feed the kids out of something besides a paper bag at dinner time.
Facts and fun on life, post 39! You’re only as old as you think you are, so I’m really 29 at heart!
Recipes and meals that are yummy and great for the less than average cook!
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Maybe you’re not familiar with the annual BlogHer Conference? BlogHer 2010 will build on the amazing success of five consecutive sold-out annual conferences. BlogHer is one of the premier blogging events each year, and brings together bloggers and women (read: the primary shopping decision maker in most families) from around the globe, for learning, discussions, opportunities to meet with the brands that support them, as well as plentiful networking opportunities. Read the full story »
In the 8 months or so since I’ve been blogging (wow, has it really been THAT long?) there have been few things that have come across my e-mail, that strike closer to home than this issue: teenagers, texting and digital dating abuse.
Without going into much detail, I can also say that even as a mom to three teen boys, we’ve already been down this road once. Read the full story »
When I was growing up, my dad had a classic response, if my brother or I asked him a stupid question:
Let’s say, for example, I said, “Hey dad, can I make me and my friends martinis tonight? I promise not to drive.” (Actually, for the record, I would never have been dumb enough to ask that. This was more my brother’s territory. But, I did ask dumb stuff.) Read the full story »
