Where in I confess to…….

Nate: Hey mom, remember that Africa project where I have to make food that I told you about? Can you do that tonight, it’s due tomorrow? Uh, YOUR project that YOU were supposed to look up a recipe for, and are supposed to make it yourself? Nate: Yeah, that one. The same one that you […]

Identity Disaster

I have this weird inability to obtain a normal I.D. picture. It’s like all the atoms and molecules that make up my being get all confused at the flash of light omitted by the DMV (or where ever I may be) camera and things, unnatural things, or just down right weird phenomena happen. I actually […]

Where I can’t remember the funny that was said

The bad thing about blogging about going on a date a week ago is I can’t remember what I wore. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t sweats or those maternity yoga pants that the crotch is one good stair climb from giving out on. I mean really, I should just give them up, they are maternity […]

Robbing Starbucks

I’ve been debating how to write this story for a few days now. Do I write in my usual self-deprecating, tongue and cheek, dry humor, or do I tell it straight up, emotional and serious. Is there a “right” way to tell it? Will being funny make me seem like I don’t know that what […]

Of all the Gin Joints in the World {No Ones Getting Laid}

When you go to New Orleans there are things that you just do. Visit Bourbon Street, check. Walk the French Quarter, double check. Get beignets at Café du Monde, well, no because I was on a vegan diet to lower my cholesterol, but I smelled them and they were nearly irresistible, if it weren’t for […]

Wherein I Make a List

1.)  I’ve been walking around all week with a large curling iron burn across my forehead. Not one person has said anything about it. I feel like pointing it out to every person I talk to, but then wait to see if they will say something. This thing isn’t some small, easily hidden blemish; I […]

Potato, Potato, French Fry

My mind was completely blown over the weekend. Nate started 6th grade, middle school, this fall. Everyone kept making a big deal about it. Everyone kept asking “how does it feel?” And “are you going to be sad?” I kept saying no, I was just sad he was at a different school than Reese and […]