Mother’s Day
I say have Mother’s Week. Like Reading Week, or Spring Break, but for moms. That way, the mommies really can have it all: time with their kids, time with their parents, and time by themselves. Apparently that’s what most moms really want – time alone.
Rage Against the Machine
Raising his voice, he told me there were 30 kids living on the block and I was a danger on the road. It was all I could do to not let my potty mouth get the better of me. Instead, I figured, I’d show him! And took off as fast as my little car could carry me. Bite my dust, scumbag!
Outta Lox
I’m always amazed when a seemingly brisk business disappears in a cloud of dust. Sometimes, they make an announcement, or, better still, have a sale, giving us a chance to go in and vulturize the place. Admit it, there’s nothin’ like a good going out of business sale. It makes the bad closing-down news much more palatable.
F-F-F-FIFTY!
Almost a year ago, I wrote a post about turning 49. At the time, I felt like there were so many “shoulds”: I should be a certain way. I should look a certain way. I should act a certain way. I should have reached milestones: personal, professional, even spiritual. It was quite alarming – for […]
This is (almost) 50
On the near-eve of my 49th birthday, it is nearly impossible to escape The Big 5-0 looming ahead. I think I started telling people I was “almost 50†when I was 46. To which they’d often respond “but you don’t look 50â€. That’s because I wasn’t. Then. But with the year-long countdown about to begin […]
New BFFs
Everyone’s got a celeb that they think they’d be friends with if they met under different circumstances. Or in another life. My stepfather had an imaginary bromance with Barack Obama, for example. My mom was ready to invite Billy Crystal over for dinner. My friend’s late grandmother figured she could be part of the royal […]
Viva La Volvo
Driving my kiddies to school, I put on my brakes. And… kept right on rolling. Into the path of an oncoming bus. I couldn’t believe this was the end. I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d miss it. But that fantasy ended with a bang as I plowed into its rear bumper.
Yup. I rammed a bus.
Gen Pop
From the age of 14 we were free to go, unaccompanied, to any concert we wanted. As long as we had seats. Reserved seats. Beware the general admission ticket. They were dangerous. They were filled with freaks and punks and – gasp – stoners!!! I was never – ever – allowed to go to the general admission concerts….But I did.
All Joy, No Fun…
According to the most recent studies, having kids makes you unhappy. I’m paraphrasing of course, but when I read this, I wanted to refute it at every word. I’m deliriously happy. Except when I’m not. And staying home and being there for my children is completely fulfilling…
OK. Not really. But….How did they know??
Words with Friends
I adore my iPhone. I wouldn’t call myself addicted. I pretty much have the whole etiquette/right time-right place thing down. Or, rather, I did. And then a friend invited me to play an innocent game of Words With Friends…