I spent my summers on my grandfather’s farm in north Florida. It was entirely possible to go without seeing either of my grandparents until we were gathered around the kitchen table for a meal. My cousin and I played dolls, chased chickens, traipsed through the woods, swam, picked blueberries, fought with each other and resolved…
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New York City: My Trip in Photos
No worries. I only have about three more posts about BlogHer and New York planned and then I’ll (maybe) stop talking about it. And right now, I’m not even really going to talk. Much. I think. I’m not well traveled, so going to BlogHer this year was as much about going to New York City…
Hoarding peace
Today was a good day. Not because it was spectacular but because it was normal. Both kids slept well last night which means I slept well last night. The smell of hot coffee called to me from the kitchen. We played and then Emma napped and it was just calm. Peaceful. The kind of morning…
Things you should know to avoid being a douchebag
I hadn’t been to The Happiest Place on Earth in over a week, so today Emma and I packed up and headed out. We browsed. She snoozed. We bought. (I’m talking about Target, people. Sheesh.) And then I went out to my car to find some jackass had double parked her minivan and made it…
Proof that I shouldn’t grill things
I shouldn’t grill things. Probably ever. I mean, we’re pretty gender-advanced in this house most of the time. Dan does dishes and can make a mean chicken parmesan. I install light fixtures and am a master of (almost) all things fried. Neither of us is good at keeping up with laundry or dusting. But there…