Twas the night before Munchkin’s birthday
Twas the night before Munchkin’s birthday And all over the house Not a creature was stirring Except for me, who was screaming, “****!!!!!” I had committed the ultimate motherly sin and forgotten to buy...
View Article2013 just sounds weird
I’m sorry, but it does. Way too futuristic for my liking. And when I think that kids born in 2000 will turn into teenagers this year, well, that just makes it weirder. At the age of 45 and a half, I...
View ArticlePsycho kiddos, qu’est-ce que c’est?*
* With profuse apologies to Talking Heads for bastardizing rather a good song title. They were horrible today, my kids. It was as if they’d planned it. Her: “Tell you what, I’ll be the evil one in the...
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If that was Mother’s Day, you can keep it
It seemed fitting that I resurrect the blog (neglected for several months now) on Mother’s Day. I had high hopes. I would catch readers up on the kiddos turning six and 12 (yikes!), me making a job...
View ArticleChanges afoot
“You’re no fun,” says Munchkin, tears in his eyes. And while it’s not news to me, this time, man, it hits a nerve. I’m at my office computer, glued to the very same screen I’m glued to now. He has...
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The ‘f’ word
Jes Baker – blogger, body positive activist, all-round inspiring lady. For once, I’m referring not to the f*** word, but to ‘fat’. For today, home is a three-letter word. This is kind of difficult...
View ArticleBurn your bras (or get them wet, at least)
It’s difficult to describe triple-digit desert heat to someone who has not experienced it. So for those who are not joining me in the craziness that is summer in Tucson, Arizona, here are some...
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I am Gwyneth
Oh yah. It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time: make kale ‘chips’. But too often I buy the kale in a fit of healthy, verging-on-macrobiotic excitement, then by the time I get home...
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Teenage kicks
O me miserum*. It was a phrase bandied about so often in the passages of Latin we studied at school (made me feel the Romans were a right dour lot). And it’s one I sometimes feel compelled to stamp...
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Dear Gran…
Dear Gran, Wow, look at you! You were a beauty. I used to stare at this picture painting of you as a kid. It hung on my Great Gran’s (your mum’s) wall, in an oval glass frame, etched along the edges,...
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