Confessions of an Over the Top Mom Boss
I'm not a private person. I'm not a keep-it-to-myself type of gal. I share a lot. I share pictures. Of dinners I've made. Of cakes I've decorated. Of my kids. Of my husband. I share. On Facebook. A lot. I share stories and talk about my family so much that whether they like it or... Continue Reading →
Today was her 17th birthday. My son's girlfriend. She's been talking about it for weeks, and even had a count-down clock on her Instagram. Seventeen. It's a big year. It's a year filled with the anticipation of what's to come. Driver's License. College Applications. High School graduation. And a blank slate of life outstretched before... Continue Reading →
I had a doctor appointment today. As I hopped in the car with fifteen minutes to spare, I turned the radio on, started backing up, and caught a glimpse of myself in the rear view mirror. "My mask!" I said out loud. Followed by, "Damn it!" Because, you know, you gotta wear a mask when... Continue Reading →
Day 3 of 365 My first child was born in February, 2004. My son. When I was pregnant, I kept a journal. I wrote everything from what I ate that day, to how much weight I'd gained, how many weeks along I was, etc. I wrote about his birth, the emergency C-section 3 weeks before... Continue Reading →
Day 2 of 365: Taking down the Christmas tree evokes a lot of emotions. For many, it's a time of sadness that the season is over. For some, it's an annoyance. The pine needles. The multiple trips to the attic; packing up the ornaments, the lights and tinsel, and all things jolly, tucking them away,... Continue Reading →
This morning I asked my husband, "What was the best thing that happened to you in 2021?" And while he was scanning the past twelve months in his mind, I was doing the same. I scrolled back to January, rethinking how excited I was to have an upcoming birthday in February, and celebrate my boys'... Continue Reading →
I woke up at 6:15 a.m. today, crawled out of bed and made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, to make lunches for the kids. (Don't hate on me for making my kids lunches. It's the way I was raised. Blame my mother.) It's not just making the lunches, and the different breads, different... Continue Reading →
When I was a little girl, my father and I would go to the Christmas Tree lot near our house, and pick out the family Christmas tree. My mom would strongly encourage us to get a tree that would fit in our family room. But my dad and I had other ideas. I mean, c'mon.... Continue Reading →
It was bound to happen. When you spend July through December addicted to watching glimpses of Hallmark Christmas movies, in-between making & cleaning up dinner, it's inevitable that life will imitate art. So here we are. Now, to be fair, my life isn't exactly like a Hallmark movie. My parents are (thankfully) both still alive.... Continue Reading →
You've most likely heard, when you support a small business, you aren't padding some random CEO's bank account, but helping a mom put food on the table. You know that supporting a small business means that a kid can join baseball, a little girl, dance class...all of those clichés are true. So yes, we all... Continue Reading →
"So, I'm not really a drinker," she says, while sipping on a Carrot Cake Martini. Ironic, yes. But true. I don't drink beer at all, or wine really, but give me something sweet that sounds like dessert, and I'm easily convinced. Now, do I drink a lot? Not at all. But I do enjoy a... Continue Reading →
He was grumpy. It was 6:30 a.m. and he came down the stairs in a mood. NO, he didn't want breakfast. NO, he didn't want a hug. He was tired. Not in the mood for talking. I tried to joke with him. I tried. It fell flat. It hurt my feelings. I walked away, dejected.... Continue Reading →
On Being Dolly 