Once, my husband invited me to the driving range and as much fun as it sounded, it wasn't. When I did hit the ball, I couldn't hit it farther than a foot and a half. After twenty minutes, I got frustrated and ended up sitting on the grass drinking an over-priced beer from the clubhouse and watching ... Read More about I’m Not Very Good At Golf.
I don't care about what I look like these days. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't care about my appearance, it's that my appearance isn't really worth caring about. I don't mean that I gave up on practicing personal hygiene—although some days I do forget to brush my teeth until 4:00 p.m. ... Read More about Beauty Really Is Only Skin Deep.
My seven-year-old was excited when I asked her to help me with the laundry. I never asked for help with chores because somewhere along the fast-moving line of motherhood, I concluded that it was easier and faster to do it myself. I know, it’s not necessarily better. I know, it’s good for kids to ... Read More about I Never Asked For Help With Chores.
Two weeks ago I was in the emergency room with my husband and son. Again. This wasn't our first ER rodeo. It was our fourth. He's three. I'm not sure that I'll be able to survive his childhood without multiple nervous breakdowns. He was tipping this top-heavy wooden stool on its side—after we ... Read More about This Wasn’t Our First ER Rodeo.