And how is your day going?

Once upon a time, long ago and far away, my husband and I were trying (and failing) to have children, so we did the sensible thing: We got a dog. He was the world’s greatest dog right up until I ended up home on bedrest when I was pregnant, at which time he...

Now with extraneous hyphens

If you have a Gmail account (and if you don’t, WHY NOT, and also ask me for an invite, because I have about a thousand of them), you may have noticed the new Gmail Chat feature. It’s… odd. But interesting. I of course had to test it out immediately...

Do it for the boobs

(Not that I’m not enjoying wallowing in the self-pity of that last post, or anything, but….) A big shout-out to my homegirl Holly (or Vermont Holly, as those of us down with the uber-hip New England lingo call her) for sacrificing a large portion of her...

Insert martyred title here

Any veteran mom is used to dodging the slings and arrows of the child who complains that she is the meanest mama ever, or that all the other mamas are better, or that she revels in making her children miserable. Most of my compadres adopt the same attitude I do, when...

Hope, flattery, and loathing

See how I just run the gamut, like that? It’s a gift! Emotions just run thither and yon, more quickly than you can say, “Hey, where the heck IS ‘yon,’ anyway?” Hope: You may have read about it elsewhere, and as usual I’m a day late...

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