Category: Lifestyle + Motherhood

• Go For Great, Not Good

  A couple mornings ago, my 3 year old convinced me to let him play with the 100-piece Iron Man puzzle he’d gotten as a hand-me-down from friends. It was 6:30 a.m. and I just wanted to drink some hot coffee in relative peace and quiet, so I obliged, knowing full well what a debacle this…
• Minding the Squirrels

  If my brain were an animal, it would definitely be an overly excitable dog on a walk through a neighborhood with an inordinate number of squirrels. I’m thinking some kind of Terrier with wiry, unkempt fur and a high-pitched bark. One minute it’s happily plodding along, enjoying the fresh air and contemplating what’s for dinner…
• Making Time For Friendship

  It was 9:30 pm and we were tired. A few hours earlier, my dear friend and I had carpooled 80 or so miles northeast from the city we both live in to her hometown of Milwaukee. We arrived at her parent’s house and, after a quick dinner and a stop at her favorite childhood ice…
• Cheers to the Dinner I Didn’t Have to Cook

  I’m not great at meal planning. It always sounds good in theory, but I can’t seem to make it happen on a regular basis. I’m kind of embarrassed about that because grocery shopping is easier now than ever before. I can pick up my groceries or have them delivered, which means I don’t have to…
• 5 Steps to a Clean House

  There are few things in life that bring me peace the way a clean house does. When the pasta sauce has been scrubbed off the counter (and the floor, and the wall, and the chair leg) and the garlic bread crumbs have been swept up, I’m filled with glee. It only lasts until the next…
• My Least Favorite Four Letter Word

  The diet industry has led to me to believe that my food-related failings – of which there are many – are rooted somewhere deep in my psyche, and it’s up to me to figure out where. For a while, I kept a food journal. When that didn’t work, I tried to “eat mindfully”, taking note…
• Kids Make Me Late to Literally Everything

  Having two boys underfoot when I’ve got a mascara wand hovering dangerously close to my retina really slows me down to the point that I’m rarely on time no matter how hard I try.